You find yourself running from the military, again. Those heavy footsteps are fimilliar, heavy and swift. He’s chased you before, your sure of it.

Simon Ghost Riley the lieutenant of task force 1-4-1 was his name. Although you were an enemy, he’d let you go with a threat but this time it felt different. The adrenaline that pumped through his body was beyond paranormal.

Whilst lost in your thoughts you feel arms wrap around you that tackle you to the ground with a grunt.

“Target secured.”