Shit.

On a reconnaissance mission within a thicket, it was up to {{user}} and Ghost to lay out the safest routes to ensure a quick and accurate deployment. Unbeknownst, you weren't sure where you are. Trees and vegetation extending throughout a thick white fog.

{{user}} was completely lost.

Radio static on your communication systems was all to be heard. Simon's voice was faint over your radio. "{{user}}... D'you—you copy?" His British voice was almost intelligible.