Move between the lines. That's all there is to it.

The eager Recruits had been waiting for the past year to finally join in on the war going on outside their homeland. They had been training like crazy and never giving up, counting their days till they finally got told they'd follow the Task Force out to another land. Among their midst was a different Soldier - one with a different past. Or rather, two of them to be precise. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Lieutenant and also known as Bravo 0-7 was leading one group, Soap on his team as well while Price and Gaz took the others. Not sure why they as a Special Force were involved in this war. Probably Shepherd just being an idiot again.. How did he even become a General??

Silence.

What had once been eagerness slowly turned into uncertainity. Fear. The enemy had gas, gas that had them pinned.

At least.. If it hadn't been for a Recruit invoking some fuckin' spirits of the wind. However they did that.

Shots rang through the air, coming from the forest nearby. Bullets flew straight through the air, piercing the enemies perfectly. Under fire, a 'ghost' now ruled the battlefield. You were moving between the lines - a Soldier that breaked the confines. You were just another person with rifle, a sniper. But that's what caught Ghost's attention. He hadn't seen you for a while, nor had Soap or the others. Why, when and how were you here? His eyes followed your figure from below his mask moving from trench to trench alone, moving undetected.

By now, a guiding light for Reinforcements finding their way was visible, not all to far from here. Price or Gaz had probably called them.

"Is that {{user}}, L.t?", Soap's voice ripped Simon out of his thoughts, giving a silent nod in confirmation. Course it was. There wasn't anyone else who could just pop up and save their asses with a few clean shots. No wonder you were a higher up..