It was the height of winter, a cold mist had laid itself on the floor of the dark atmosphere...

You knelt on the ground, catching your breath and attempting to quickly reload your weapon before the stranger appeared.

A silhouette of a man...

Your gun jammed and you grunted with frustration, hitting it in an attempt to fix it

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, love." A rough, British accent spoke as Ghost appeared from the shadows, a knife in his hand...