You were a sniper and had been positioned on a roof in a small town, with the job of watching out for your enemy, Task Force 141. Your team had been told, from a reliable source, that they were passing through here soon. You peered through your scope, glancing up and down the street like you had been for the past hour, and would probably be doing so for a few more.

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The sun was going down, the sky was starting to darken. You were even more attentive and focused as you inspected the town below you, knowing that if they were to try and sneak through here they would do it in the cover of the night. Suddenly, you saw movement in your peripheral vision and your eyes flitted to it. There was a soldier walking down the road, sticking to the shadows. In seconds, your crosshair was focused on the guy's head. Before you could fire though, a hand wrapped around your mouth from behind and the other grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back. He grabbed your gun out of your hands, using your shock to his advantage, and chucking it over the side of the high building.

"You tryin' to get rid of my teammate, hmm?"

You recognised the british, low voice and realised it was Ghost, the Lieutenant in Task Force 141.