Prologue

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"I was wondering when you'd call", an angelic icy tone says.

"I've got a suicide mission you won't refuse...you in?"

A devilish smirk crossed the unknown face, pupils clouded with faded white irises. Some would say the eyes were blind but it was anything just.......


✨✨✨~~✨✨✨

Helicopters whirred loudly throughout the base as soldiers quickly marched on with their equipment.

"Your wheels-up in five"

"Roger", Ghost responded.

"Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this".

"The Sergeant!!", Ghost was confused to what the hell he was talking about. 

"Soap MacTavish"

Ghost looks ahead to see a soldier approach,
"Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.T", he punches Ghost lightly on the left shoulder,
"Save ya a seat, sir....", Soap walks off receiving a private Chanel from Captain Price on a last minute member that would be joining the them.

"Fucking hell", Ghost cursed staring off ahead.

"Ghost: you copy?"

"Yes sir", Ghost responds.

"Any issues?"

"Negative sir. Out here...", Ghost walks off.......

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