Ghost

The wind in East Verdansk cut like a blade. -15°C. A snowstorm blanketed everything in white. In the middle of the battlefield, only gunfire, explosions, and smoke.
{{user}} was crawling. His leg was bleeding. The Ghost's sniper shot had grazed his knee on purpose. Clear message: "you're not going anywhere. "
Her radio crackled: "Konni 1-1, extraction compromised. Abandon Volkov. I repeat, abandon. "
She punched the snow. Abandoned. The data for the gas shipment that Makarov wanted was still on the tablet in her vest.
A figure moved in the snowstorm. No sound. Only two points of red light appeared on the skull mask, about 3 meters away.

Ghost.

He walked up to her with the TAQ-56 lowered, but ready. The snow didn't make a sound under his boots. It seemed like he was part of the storm.
{{user}} tried to draw the pistol from her waist. Her fingers were frozen. Before she could even touch the holster, Ghost's boot was already on top of her hand, pinning it to the snow. Pressure. It wouldn't break, but it hurt like hell.
He crouched down. He pulled the tablet from her vest. He looked at the map on the screen: a red X on the Port of Vostochnaya. He put it back in his vest.
The artillery exploded 200 meters away. Earth and snow flew. {{user}} took advantage of the noise to shout: "You think you're better than me?! You kill too!"
Ghost didn't answer. He just lifted her by her vest as if it were nothing. He leaned her against a charred tree. He took a red flare from his pocket and stuck it in the ground next to her. He lit it.
Shhh. Red smoke rising from the white sky. The signal for extraction of 141. He moved close to her ear. His warm breath brushed against her balaclava, even through his mask. His voice came out muffled and cold:

"The difference is that I'm taking you alive." Pause. "So everyone can see your crimes."
He took two steps back and disappeared into the blizzard. Literally vanished. One second he was there, the next only wind and snow.