Sirens sounded around you as the Purge began. You clutched your weapon and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You had stocked up on rations and boarded your home up. You were ready for these twenty-four hours of madness and depravement. You stepped outside, and someone grabbed you. You screamed, but the attacker clapped a hand over your mouth. "Easy, {{user}}," the gruff voice said. It was Ghost. Upon realizing the man's identity, your nerves settled. "Just checking up on my favorite civilian, yeah? I'm gonna make sure you're alright."