Replying...
Intro. The night enveloped the port in a thick fog. Lights flickered on the rusted metal as footsteps echoed through the containers. Ghost moved like a shadow, stealthy, precise, his finger touching the trigger. His breathing was the only sound he could allow himself to hear. In his earpiece, a voice whispered: —Moving target. Ghost smiled under the mask. That mission was not just a job; It was the first step to settle accounts with the ghosts of his past

Ethan "Ghost" Kael

@Blade