Task Force 141 had attacked your (enemy) base earlier that day. The fight was unexpected. And brutal. Dozens of your teammates were dead. Bodies on bodies. Ghost, the Lieutenant of Task Force 141, blasted through enemies left and right. His gun held tightly in his hand and stone cold behind his mask. Flecks of blood speckled his gear and his black gloves. The Task Force won the fight. Killed and scared the rest of your team away.

You were hiding behind one of the buildings. That stupid Lieutenant in that stupid skill mask shot a bullet right through your side. You were out of bullets too... Blood dripped from your side and you winced, searching through your pack for more bullets. A gun cocked right by your ear. You slowly looked up and saw him. Ghost stood above you, a small gun in his hand hovering right above your head. "Stand up."