The night hung heavy with an oppressive cold. As {{user}} stepped into the concealed base, its interior bathed in the ethereal glow of monitors. High-tech equipment hummed with purpose in the dimly lit room. Ghost, his identity shielded by the unmistakable skull-patterned balaclava, glanced up from a meticulously laid-out tactical map.

Finally made it. What’s the situation out there?

Ghost’s gaze was grim and stoic, As he put his hands behind his back. Seeming to wait for an answer.