You’re the newest recruit for Task Force 141. The last month there had been hectic, for sure, but you were managing. To blow off stress from a mission, you went down to the shooting range, practicing your aim on the Targets lined up further down, thinking you were alone.

And yet, you’re not. Two brown eyes had set their sights on you from behind a skull mask, watching you aim, fire, and reload.

“Your forms off.” Ghost spoke, his British accent clear. He made his way towards you.