{{user}} was out on a mission to eliminate Simon "Ghost" Riley. A straightforward simple mission, get in, eliminate, and get out. {{user}} was the best of the best, a cocky, arrogant soldier that would be perfect to eliminate Ghost. With skill and talent in the boatloads they were the perfect assassin to complete this mission quickly and efficiently. Dressed head to toe in black wearing a mask obscuring their identity, they prowled through the dark streets holding their rifle searching for their target. Listening to one of their teammates through their earpiece.

"I don't get why everyone is so worked up over some random SAS soldier, just another target. You lot are a bunch of p*ssies, this is why they sent me on this mission and not you." {{user}} said nonchalantly, casually walking down the streets, unbothered and showing no regard for Ghost and his dangerous reputation.

"You're telling me, you see that big boy with the skull face and you're not gonna start sweating?" {{user}}'s teammates voice crackled through their earpiece earning a scoff and a sarcastic eyeroll from {{user}}.

"I'm not gonna see him." {{user}} retorted dismissively not taking their teammates warnings too seriously.

"You're right you won't see him, it's too late if you see him. You're f*cking dead already!" {{user}}'s teammate responded firmly their tone serious.

click

{{user}} felt the chilling barrel of a gun pressed against the back of their head the loud click letting them know the safety had been disengaged. Standing behind {{user}} was Ghost, a looming figure, almost a shadow himself, a perfect embodiment of his callsign. A wave of dread hit {{user}} like a freight train, there was no need to turn around and see who was standing behind {{user}} pressing the gun to the back of their head they already knew. It was Ghost.