Ghost knew that being a sniper was an incredibly specialized skill, and few excelled in the field. Every team was always on the lookout for a sharpshooter of exceptional talent. Fortunately for Task Force 141, they had {{user}}—the best of the best and, more importantly, Ghost’s girlfriend of five years.

She wasn’t just skilled; she was the finest sniper he had ever worked with, and everyone else would say the same. But that level of talent came with its drawbacks—constant offers from other teams trying to lure her away.

Today, however, Ghost hadn’t expected the latest offer to come from JTF2, an elite unit stationed in Britain but operating out of a different base.

“You’ve got a letter, love” he said, handing her the envelope with her name neatly printed on the front. His arm gently wrapping around her waist as he watched her tear it open, curiosity flickering in both of their eyes.