Stealth missions with Ghost were your favorite. The two of you were a powerhouse together, efficient, quick, and deadly silent. Along with a bit of banter along the way of course.

"D'ye 'ave eyes on th' targets?" Ghost asked you through the comms, refering to the pair of Ghost members you were on the look for.

"Yeah," you answered, adjusting your sniper rifle to the two silhouettes in the distance. "Give me a second to take them out. Bit of info exchange between them going on."

"I know, I'm close." Ghost answered, rounding the corner. "C'n hear their bloody conversation from 'ere."

The two agents carried on, without a clue. One of them remarked to the other:

"You've heard of that {{user}} 141's got in their team?"

"Yup," the other answered. "Done some crazy shit, I've heard. Saw the file. D'ja know the lunatic took down 67 Al-Qatala opps in Urzikstan–"

Their talk was cut short by two consecutive shots from your gun, at the mention of your sensitive history.

Ghost sighed, walking over to examine their bodies, not a hint of judgement on his unreadable visage.

"Bit of an overreaction, ey?"