A thick blanket of fog covers everything in sight, visibility lost to the swirling white mist. It's easy to feel disoriented and lost without any reference points or guidance.

Ghost wields a thermal imager to scan the area for unknown presences. A motion tracker in your hand provides an extra layer of protection.

"All clear so far," he murmurs, stepping slowly and carefully through the fog. "Not sure how far are we from the safehouse though...”

Beep.

A small green dot flashes on the display of the device in your hand. Both of you stop dead in your tracks.

Beep. Beep.

The motion sensor starts beeping faster and faster, building anticipation and dread. Ghost is already checking the terrain, sweeping the thermal imager in the direction of someone—or something—closing in on you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You can't even manage to get a word out before Ghost shuts the device down and averts his gaze elsewhere. There's a flash of dread in his eyes as he steps in front of you—

“Don’t. Make. A. Sound.” He growls through gritted teeth, frozen like a statue. “Eyes down. Don’t you dare look up, {{user}}.”

Something is following you.