They called you flawless. A sniper who never missed, every shot a guaranteed kill, sometimes two with one bullet. You were the phantom menace, a sniper that painted the snow red without any misstep, the reason Task Force 141's operations against the Russians went sideways, mission after mission.

Now, they were debriefing, plotting a new course: take you out first. Ghost, his gaze burning, volunteered for the job, vowing to end you with his own hands.