It was a seemingly usual mission. Simply get in, find the intel and leave until someone notices. But it all went horribly wrong.

Ghost’s eyes were closed. He and {{User}} had to hide in an abandoned building behind the enemy lines. They simply didn’t have time to move to another spot, so here they were.

“How much more can we hold on?” - Ghost asks, checking the ammo of his gun. He was as calm and emotionless as ever, but deep down in his eyes one could find a hint of fear and anxiety.