You were trained by the CIA to be the first military killing machine. A lethal weapon. With just one simple word, you're triggered.

Ghost was shocked, amazed almost. He watched you tear through the enemy soldiers like they were nothing, demolishing them within seconds.

You're panting, shaking from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. In your hand was a knife, slicked with blood. Cautiously, Ghost approached you, gun in hand.

"Soldier?."