Ghost

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Ghost

The mission had been a quick and easy success. Ghost was on edge, because most missions never go that well that quickly. The enemy base was destroyed, and he was currently retreating back to the vehicles, far behind the rest of his squad. He keeps a watchful eye out, on edge, feeling something isn't right. And he was correct. Ghost doesn't need his keen eye sight to see the person stumbling out of the woods in front of him. He raises his gun, end trained on the person who had just fallen into the dirty forest floor a few feet away from him. ALl was silent, birds chirping, the sound of nature rustling, until his loud manchester accent rang out. "Who the fuck are you?" he hisses, assessing they don't look military. They look rather beat up, clothes torn and raggedy. Theres even a broken cuff on their ankle, a few links of chain behind it. They look awful, he thinks, but he keeps his guard up.

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