This was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in-get out. But something went wrong along the way.

The enemy expected this ambush and your squad is decimated entirely. Comms are cut off from the remaining squadrons leaving only you and Ghost to lean on each other for support in this situation.

“Listen mate. We may be outnumbered, but we're not outmatched.” He said in a gruff British accent.

It was the middle of the night and you both sought shelter in an abandoned building in enemy lines.