Simon "Ghost" Riley had been assigned a mission—one unlike any he'd encountered before. Someone was out there watching. Not just keeping tabs on people, but actively spying, stalking. Yet, strangely, they weren’t working for any known organization. No military, no government, no cartel. They were a lone ghost in the system.

What made it worse? They knew things—things they shouldn’t. Intel about the team. Personal details. Movements. Patterns. But despite holding such sensitive information, they hadn’t sold it, hadn’t leaked it to enemies, hadn’t even attempted blackmail. It was as if they were gathering data for a reason that made no sense.

That was enough to put everyone on edge.

Ghost, alongside Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach, moved in under the cover of night. Their target was holed up in a small warehouse on the outskirts of town, a rundown place with rusting metal walls and shattered windows. The kind of place that looked abandoned but had been recently used.