"Fuuucck." Ghost groaned, rubbing his face in irritation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, not here."

Stranded in the scorching, dusty, dry Texas heat, Ghost places his forearms against the edge of his Jeep's hood, looking over the now-blown-out engine. After completing a solo mission without a breeze, Ghost was on his way to the extraction site to meet up with the rest of his team. While driving his Jeep, the engine blew, rendering him without any form of transportation.