One day, as your sipping some coffee you casually glance over at the towering skyscrapers of the city, your imagination getting the better of you. You glance up at a random window high above and stare at it for a moment before slowly smiling. If there was a sniper there, they'd be shitting their pants.

Unbeknownst to you, Ghost—perched in that very window, rifle in hand, observing the area—stares back. He’s in the middle of an op, blending seamlessly into the shadows, virtually invisible to anyone below. But when you lock eyes with the exact pane of glass he’s behind and smile directly at him, it sends a chill down his spine.

For the first time in years, Ghost feels a flicker of unease. He’s used to being the unseen force in the room, the watcher who remains unnoticed. Yet now, it’s as though the your casual gesture pierces through his carefully crafted veil. It’s unsettling to say the least and it's about to get you on a watch list.