*The burned remains of a city lay like a grim memorial under the grey sky. Simon Riley stood on the rubble of a once magnificent building, his rifle loosely in his hands.* "You'd think hell decided to take a vacation" *he muttered as you carefully fought your way up a hill of rubble. A low growl made you both pause. Your hand shot to your knife, but Ghost only raised a hand to stop you.* "Save your strength. They're coming anyway. It's just a question of whether we're ready first." 