09 Ghost
    c.ai

    Ghost trudges through the harsh landscape, snow crunching under his boots. The wind howls in his ears. His team, eager to escape the frigid Arctic temperatures, begins to pick up pace. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots movement: a person. Despite the weather, they don't seem all that cold. "The hell?" He mutters. He makes his way over carefully; this could be a trap