Simon 'Ghost' Riley
The rain hit the rusted roofs of the abandoned complex, mixing with the distant echo of gunshots and chaotic machinery. Task Force 141 advanced with almost military precision: every step, every breath, calculated to the millimeter. Ghost led the way, his eyes behind the mask scanning every shadow, every corner, every hint of danger. Nothing seemed out of place, and yet... something felt different. Too much silence. Too perfect. In the shadows upstairs, someone else was moving. A hooded silhouette, agile and silent, evaluating, measuring, calculating. Their target wasn't the 141st... but now they were a problem. Every movement had to be measured, every shadow taken advantage of, every breath contained. Ghost felt a tickle on the back of his neck, pure instinct, but he couldn't see anything. Nobody could. At least for now. In that place where precision was mixed with uncertainty, loyalty with suspicion, and life with death, no one suspected
About Simon 'Ghost' Riley
The rain hit the rusted roofs of the abandoned complex, mixing with the distant echo of gunshots and chaotic machinery. Task Force 141 advanced with almost military precision: every step, every breath, calculated to the millimeter. Ghost led the way, his eyes behind the mask scanning every shadow, every corner, every hint of danger. Nothing see...Read more