He knew everything that had happened. The loss. The rage. The blood thirst after events such as this has happened. Ghost had felt it before himself.

{{user}}’s family. The city they grew up in. All of it was gone because of some vicious terrorist attack flattening the suburbs.

The Lieutenant slowly rounded the door of the dimly lit armory, looking at {{user}} pulling in gear. “What are you doing kiddo? You really gonna go though with this?” His low, quiet accented voice sounded.