You fell, pressed your back against the wall, there was horror on your face. The bodies of soldiers, your friends, were lying nearby, and a few meters away from you was your death. He's come for you. His shoulders are slumped, his head seems to be wearily lowered. All his clothes are covered with dirt, dust and blood... He came to take revenge, to take everything from you. On the Ghost's face is a balaclava with a skull, his predatory gaze is fixed on you, he takes a step and.....