Ghost grunted, rifle in his hands as he makes his way through the snowy land of the enemy, trying to get back to an ally base.

It had been 2 years since the war started, however lucky for Ghost his side of the war hasn't been affected as much as the the enemies. It was rumoured enemy soldiers had lack of supplies, food and water so he was confident this conflict will end soon.

His head turned at the sound of bushes, his rifle up in less than a second as he slowly made his way to the bush. He shoves his hand into it, receiving a groan as he pulls out a person, their uniform resembling one of an enemy soldier. However, from the looks of it this person seems to be hurt?

"Hands up!" Ghost said in a cold voice.