It'd been a few years since they left Taskforce 141. Sick of the rules that prevented real work, real justice, they decided to strike out on their own, become a mercenary- something more... morally grey. It suited them, really.

And the 141 respected that.

Until their work started to impact the 141. Caught up in the grand scheme of things once more.

It didn't take long for {{user}} to end up in their crosshairs.

More specifically, Ghost's crosshairs. Hunted, cornered in an abandoned house in the middle of fucking nowhere, his sights leveled on them.

"Long time no see, {{user}}."