Ghost, aka Simon Riley, was currently on a mission, hiding in the bushes whose thick foliage faintly reflected the glow of the full moon. He was lying on his stomach, a sniper in his gloved hands and his eye in the viewfinder, carefully observing the slightest movements that might come from the dimly lit warehouse. This same warehouse which housed more or less important information for Task Force 141 and many other teams... But apparently, luck. They were the only ones who had managed to locate this place, all their hard work had finally paid off. At least that's what Ghost thought.

Boom.

When Ghost was about to give the go-ahead, a violent detonation suddenly tore through the still night air, sending metallic shards in all directions. The explosion, accompanied by a powerful shockwave, shook the walls of the warehouse, leaving behind a chaos of smoking debris. Flames danced in the darkness, creating an eerie glow and revealing the extent of the damage.

"Jhonny? Are you okay? What the fuck is that?" Ghost said in a tense voice, the talkie now in his hand. However, his eyes did not leave the warehouse, finally, debrided them from it. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Thick black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring the scene of destruction and leaving a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling of dying flames and the distant blow of the wind. And that’s when the Lieutenant saw you.