Ghost's finger hovered over the trigger, his eye pressed against the sniper scope as he waited patiently for the target to emerge.

Finally, she appeared surrounded by a group of people.

Ghost steadied his breathing, waiting for the perfect moment. But when the figure slowly raised her hand and pulled off the face mask, his hand began to tremble uncontrollably. The face staring back through the crosshairs was achingly familiar—{{user}}, his girlfriend who had vanished three years ago.

"Wind’s shifting. Take the shot now!" The roar in his earpiece pulsed like a hammer against his temple.