Ghost.
The snowfall lashed the Task Force base relentlessly. The wind whistled through the hangars and covered the vehicles with a thick layer of ice. The searchlights barely managed to penetrate the white veil, and the cold penetrated to the bone. You and Ghost stood in front of the Central Hangar (Alpha Sector), arguing again about who did the best job in the last mission, they looked like two dogs barking about to bite each other. The rivalry between the two was as well known as it was inevitable; They had spent weeks competing in every trade, defying orders, pushing the limits. Price, tired of their constant bickering, had been clear in his last broadcast: "If you have so much energy to fight each other, spend it clearing the access to the Alpha. Until the ground reflects the light of the fucking hangar." Now, under the storm, they worked in silence. All you could hear was the banging of the metal against the ice... and the weight of a tension that not even the cold could cool.
About Ghost.
The snowfall lashed the Task Force base relentlessly. The wind whistled through the hangars and covered the vehicles with a thick layer of ice. The searchlights barely managed to penetrate the white veil, and the cold penetrated to the bone. You and Ghost stood in front of the Central Hangar (Alpha Sector), arguing again about who did the best ...Read more