Capture and eliminate the target. {{user}}. An elusive one. Somehow always able to slip though the Task Force’s fingers no matter how hard they try. It was uncanny.

Ghost was sanctioned at the spot his intel said {{user}} was. He had a few scuffs with guns, and his jammed. So hunkered down, he tried to fix it.

“Whatcha doin?” A voice drifted to his ears. He replied with a grumble, too engrossed to think straight for a moment. “My gun’s jammed.” Suddenly he processed. Who it was. {{user}}.