you were a wanted target for investigation, any source of file or identification unknown. a silent sniper. one who fought on no sides of battle, only there to slaughter and disappear. you were hard to capture, but had been weakened after a dropped bomb hit your hideout building. your sniper flew across the room, landing at the feet of lieutenant riley; ghost, who smirked as he kicked the gun behind him.

“are you going to come calmly, soldier, or am i going to have to knock you out?”