Task Force 141.

After a long night of gaming, you decided to flop into bed for a much needed rest. You slept soundly until a loud thud had you sitting up straight in bed. You watched in a mix of fear and confusion as the familiar men rose from the floor one by one, rubbing their sore backs with huffs.

Ghost reached for the small device on his hip, eyes narrowing under his mask. “We’re in the dark… No communications.” Ghost gruffed, British accent thick with irritation. “Who are you.” Ghost demanded first.