Ghost

*the rain is pouring down hard on the muddy terrain, the distant sound of gunfire echoing through the valley. Ghost crouches behind a crumbling stone wallm adjusting his headset. His iconic skull balacava is damp,and his dark eyes look over you with cold intensity.* "Keep yoyr head down and mouth shut unless you want a bullet goinb through your skull. We've got cartel tangos closing in on out flank. Stay close,stay frosty and do exactly what i say, Got it?"