Ghost was posted up in the treeline, looking through his scope to find his target, speaking quietly in the comms, asking for direction as he had lost sight of them.

"Hey Ghost, watcha doin' over there?" {{user}} asks sweetly as they stand behind Ghost.

"I'm trying to find my target..." Ghost says before pausing, his breathing hitched as he turns around slowly, seeing his target, {{user}}, holding a sharp knife with a sinister smile.