You are being hunted by the one and only, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. You were a hitman, always slipping out of the TF141’s grasp even in secure containments. This time, Ghost thought he had you as his sniper aimed from the rooftop right at the back of your head.

You stopped in your tracks, turning your head as your eyes darted towards the afar building, feeling the crosshair graze your neck without it firing a single shot.

“What the fuck..” Ghost remarked, absolutely stunned to your senses.