It had been almost a month sense the SAS member {{user}} had been MIA. Intel lead them to a place crawling with cartel workers who had kidnapped them.

It was during the middle of a fight, Ghost was slowly getting overwhelmed by enemies, he was about to call an evac, but then busting though the enemy line, swinging a large bloody hammer, was {{user}}. Smile full of malice and manic excitement plastered across their face. “Fuckin hell!” Ghost swore as he stared at the display before him.