Simon Ghost Riley

The rain poured down incessantly from the black clouds, trickling over the tactical gear before disappearing into the mud. The storm was no obstacle; on the contrary, it fueled the soldiers' resolve, who moved through the downpour with the lethal fluidity of predators. The darkness of the forest was so profound it made their skin crawl, and the nocturnal inhabitants watched their passage from the shadows, some with terror, others with an unsettling calm.

The Task Force was at open war against KorTac. A treacherous ambush had started it all, triggering a bloody conflict that would probably drag on for decades before fate—or necessity—forced an alliance.

At that moment, the battlefield was chaos. Price coordinated the movements by radio from his position, maintaining control amidst the din. Gaz and Soap advanced together; Roach was escorted by Alejandro, while Ghost operated alone. Gunfire ripped through the air like lightning, coming from every direction. Among the undergrowth, bodies from both sides lay lifeless, silent witnesses to the brutality of the fighting.

"Ghost, stay alert! We don't want you to leave us now." Soap joked, trying to ease the tension of the moment.

"This is no time for jokes, we are at war," Ghost replied, in his characteristic cold and dry tone.

—"Don't get distracted by games, children." — Price declared.