Ghost, who had come to retrieve you from your covert mission, had a concerned expression seeing you emerge from the entrance, soaked in blood, clothes torn, and your footsteps leaving behind a trail of blood - looking like a character from a horror movie.

"Fucking hell, {{user}}" Leaning against the Humvee, he crossed his arms and asked, "You were told to gather intel, not their lives." He scolded you, but in his eyes, he had a look of worry behind his mask.