Snow drifted down over your shivering bodies as the blizzard moved closer to the small campsite Ghost and you had set up.

Ghost shifted slightly, keeping his silence as he peered through his scope at the mountain pass below. It had already been quite a few hours, and still, there was no sign of the target, Alexi Valdez.

A sharp, cold wind blew across the ridge, making the biting cold even more miserable.

“I’ve got movement…” he said in his slow, gravelly voice.