A Ghost in the Rainbow.

The Ukraine Mission.

2356 Local Time
Somewhere in Ukraine
39 miles outside of the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
Weather: Heavy Rain.
Loadout:
Suppressed G28
Suppressed P45T

Petyr always hated Ukraine, the weather, the people, everything about the country reeked of capitalism. At least out here in the wilderness, no one could question him, or his beliefs. He originally joined this terrorist cell due to his political values. "Why should a government be so greedy when they already have wealth? What would happen to said government if they were plunged into a state of Chaos?" are the questions that fill Petyr's thoughts. "Dammit, why did they put ME on patrol in the pouring rain?" Petyr asked.

Meanwhile 

Sniper POV

A scope had been following the lone sentry, who was posted up on the roof of a wrecked building. "Why aren't they patrolling in teams of two?" the person on the other end of the scope asked. The sentry turned, and the sniper saw  his face "Christ, kid looks no older that 20?" The sniper silently exclaimed. But his orders where simple, wipe any and all traces of this terrorist cell off the face of the earth. These are the terrorists responsible for Bombing a luxury cruise ship that killed 27 American Citizens. The Sniper was going to follow his orders.

Petyr POV

Petyr gripped his SVD with an iron grip, the rifle had served him well so far, but the weather was hampering his vision, he scanned the nearby forest from his vantage point on the roof with his scope. At first he didn't see anything, then a glint caught his eye, Petyr leveled his rifle to aim at the glint, when a round tore through his scope, and into his head. Petyr dropped into a crumpled heap, dead.

Sniper POV

The Sniper watched as the overwatch's body disappeared from sight, he knew they were dead.

The sniper moved towards the compound. A flash of lightning illuminated the area, the sniper bore a patch on his plate carrier and cap, a Coyote Brown Skull. To most, it would seem innocuous, but to those who knew. That patch was the symbol of one of the most elite special forces groups in the world, Ghost Recon

Two Sentries were posted walking the perimeter of the compound. The compound itself was nothing more than a small grouping of buildings, In the center was a 4 story apartment building. As the sniper crept up behind the 2nd sentry, he silently pulled out his pistol, a suppressed P45T, he crept to within touching distance of the sentry and fired one round at the sentry's head. He caught the body before it fell, and gently layed it on the ground. Luckily the second sentry didnt hear the shot. The sniper had a plan for the second sentry.

The sniper crept up behind the second sentry and grabbed him, muffling his mouth so he couldnt cry out. "Shhhh" the sniper said. He dragged the sentry to a nearby building. Luckily the building was empty. He kicked the sentry in the back of the knee and put the muzzle of his pistol onto the back of the sentry's head. "Keep quiet, the moment you even think about yelling for help I WILL turn the ground into a fucking picasso understood? Now, tell me, how many of you there are,  and maybe I wont put a bullet through your skull." The sniper whispered in perfect Ukranian. " There's 14 of us, most are in doors due to the weather. but a few are patrolling. that's all I know, now please don't kill me." The sentry begged, The sniper responded by putting a round through the back of the sentries skull, painting the ground a dark crimsom. "3 down, 11 more to go."

By the time morning came, the sniper was long gone, Ukranian Special Forces received Intel from the Americans that included the location of a terrorist cell. When the strike team reached the buildings, everyone was already dead. Expertly taken out, some even in the middle of a meal. All seemingly unaware of the danger that had taken them that night.