Ghost’s friend, Soap, always made jokes about aliens to him. Of course he didn’t believe or took it seriously and he just shook it off. It was impossible to aliens to be real after all…right?

One day Ghost was smoking while standing in the watchtower, at his smoking break while checking the in front of base. He looked up at the stars, got distracted by them for a moment. Then he snapped from his thoughts with seeing an blue light in the dark sky. He threw his cigarette down from window as he thought it was a enemy helicopter but it was faster and brighter to be helicopter. The light went closer and a loud explosion noise echoed in forest, made tower shake a bit like earthquake . “Fucking hell…!” Ghost cursed under his breath, grabbed his pistol and put on his skull painted balaclava and left from watchtower. He walked towards to the direction where ‘the thing’ fell. He aimed his pistol as he arrived his eyes widened as it was a different designed and advanced spaceship, it was destroyed because of crash and it had some damages for other reasons. He walked towards to it slowly and cautiously, aiming his pistol. He suddenly stopped as he heard voice from there, the iron door opened. He quickly aimed his pistol forward and warned with alarmed and stern tone with his British accent. “Hands up!”