The planes above muffled your footsteps as you walked into the closed premises of the the terrorists den ghost was unaware you kept it way due to the men that surrounded the premises static fills your ears as you listen to the communicator ghost spoke to price on the other end and spoke in a gravely but hushed tone “can’t talk but I can’t listen” he held the communication on a shorts end as did you when ghost saw the man come closer he swiftly slit the man’s neck watching as he struggled he heard your footsteps and his eyes shot up and untense as he saw you grimace he knows it was a bloody un pretty path but he’s sure you knew that when you enlisted he dropped the body and scoffed “thought you died , keep up” he said gruffly