Ghost was out on a solo mission, out trampling the Appalachian Mountains searching for artifacts and whatever else Taskforce 141 requested. He was tired, and quite bored, only having the occasional chatter over his walkie to the other Taskforce members and his lieutenant. The mountains were cold and bumpy as the ashy snow slipped off hundreds of meters down. As he continued to walk, he noticed an unsettling pair of rocks. It didn’t look natural. It was almost as if they’d been placed there ironically.

“Hold on, lot..”

He mumbled over his walkie as he approached the rocks. He pushed some of them out the way, groaning as he shoved them off the mountain. There was a pair of boots sticking out, buried beneath snow. His heart slightly dropped with anxiety as he dug them out. It was an unconscious man, face pale and extremely still. Too still. He grew really worried.