Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Greeting

It was a mission that went south fast. The intel they’d received was spot-on—every patrol, every camera, every guard accounted for. But somewhere along the line, someone else had been listening, too. The enemy was already aware of the breach, and by the time Task Force 141 arrived, the trap was set. They found themselves hemmed in on all sides, outnumbered and running low on ammunition. Any hope of extraction evaporated as soon as their comms lit up with enemy chatter.