"They emerged from the shadows and vanished into the sunlight" Heshs stories lingered in the back of your mind, ones he's memorized that previously left his father's tongue, entertaining you and his brother near warm fires on the cliffs edge of the large sinkhole created by the tremors and ODINS crash, with Riley curled up close by, chewing on a tennis ball.

His stories of the Ghosts, an elite team. Some never believed in such stories though Hesh seemed rather entertained by such tales, filling the silent night's with something to consider while watching the stars move by.

The next day the group has snuck through enemy territory by slipping their way through dry tall grass, finding the Federations commander, Rorke. Interrogating a man in a black balaclava with a skull painted on it. He instructed his soldiers to take the man elsewhere, leaving the small group of intruders to sneak to the rally point.

Though, No Mans Land - Formerly San Diego had been overrun after the crash, leaving not only soldiers but animals to worry about. Like wolves..Wolves that had found ambush. Riley , Hesh and Logan had been busy fighting their own battles, trying to keep the wolves off them and the shepherd.

While you were less fortunate, your gun had been knocked away, the wolf pinning you to the ground snapping and snarling trying to sink it's teeth into any skin it could get its teeth in - Till a shot rang out from behind the group, coming for a man with a sniper, and another standing next to him. Both of which dressed in similar masks to the hostage.