Infinity, Once Again (Rewriting/overhauling, hold please!)

Chapter I

"Control, I'm approaching the observation point," Munin said, sliding his pistol into its holster, before grasping the rope dangling from the little cliff face in front of him. After tugging it a few times, making sure it wouldn't snap, he climbed up the rock face and started to scan the port facility below on the other side of the cliff. He went by many (too many, if you asked him) names; Raven, Phantom, Munin–his actual given name, Reaper, Desert Ghost, Murderer, Prince, Boss, and so on. He preferred Munin, since, like... you know, his name, but Control and Crystal Kingdom insisted on calling him Ghost, the nickname given to him after his tendency to get into stupid, near death situations. But his real name? Well, technically he's Munin, as I've already said, but in reality, he was ████████ █. ██████, or, that was his given name. "I'll be in position momentarily. Ghost out."

<< "Understood Ghost. Make it quick," >> said the voice from the comm link. Munin turned on the binocular mode on his mask, scanning every building for enemies.

"They still haven't fixed that crane. It's been a month and a half now," he muttered, zooming in on the broken piece of machinery. After a few more moments of scanning the port facility, he spotted what he is looking for. A man in a white suit with gold highlights stepped out of a building with a close entourage of heavily armed guards. Such a shame that he would have to ruin such a perfect suit.

"Control. I have a positive ID on the primary target," he said. "How do we approach this." It was a question, but his tone of voice was flat as ever, and it honestly sounded more like a bored statement. Typical for him, I suppose.

<< "It's your call. The basics stay the same. Get them stationary to increase your chances," >> said Control. << "Just kill him." >>

"Acknowledged," Munin muttered, getting into a prone position and zeroing his sniper scope into the distance. 1500 meters to target. The computer in his suit started to run calculations, and the inbuilt laser rangefinder on his scope was already zeroing it to range. All of this fancy tech bullsh*t was still all in beta testing, barely out of the lab. But hey, there's no better time than the present.

 Or... whatever.

 He breathed out, emptying his lungs, and scoped in, his finger on the trigger. In the moment, he could hear his blood pumping through his veins. This was it. This moment had been long in the making. It had taken him weeks to get to this position. His target had evaded him one too many times. He was going to off this bastard once and for all.

"It's been a while. Miss me?"

He fired.