"On my mark," the lead replied. The world seemed to go silent, the only sound being the rhythmic hum of the drones circling overhead. "Execute."
"Ghost Lead, this is Kozak. I’ve got eyes on the courier. Three o'clock, near the tea stall," he whispered into his comms. FiИ™ier: Tom.Clancys.Ghost.Recon.Future.Soldier....
The rain in Peshawar didn’t just fall; it clung to the skin like oil. Sergeant John Kozak adjusted his Cross-Com, the blue-tinted HUD flickering to life inside his goggles. "On my mark," the lead replied
Kozak looked through his scope, the highlighting the thermal signatures of the guards behind the corrugated metal walls. Four targets. Four Ghosts. "Marked," Kozak said, tagging the enemies digitally. I’ve got eyes on the courier
Behind him, the air shimmered. Ghost Lead didn’t walk into view; he materialized as his deactivated. The active-camo suit transitioned from the muddy brown of the brick wall to the matte grey of his tactical vest in a fraction of a second. "Synchronize shots," Ghost Lead commanded.
"Area clear," Ghost Lead said, his voice as cold as the tech he wore. "Move up. We have a world to save before sunrise."