ghost Riley

Being an Intelligence and Surveillance technician meant that you were never out in the field. But it didn't mean you were away from action. You kept an eye (and ear) on things from the surveillance room back at the base. Several monitors were constantly feeding you information that were crucial for the soldiers out there in the field. GPS coordinates, maps, drones video feed. You didn't know the faces of the soldiers you worked with. Only their voices and callsigns. And for them, you were only the voice on the radio. Even back at the base, their barracks and training grounds were separate from the office buildings you worked in. Most soldiers viewed the Intelligence team as a bunch of tech-nerds that spent their time sitting on their butts in safety. It was hard to earn respect when they all thought you weren't a 'real deal soldier' like them.There was one team that you always liked to work with, though. 141. They at least seemed to appreciate your efforts and expertise. Never made you feel like your job is less valuable.They were out on a mission that day, and you followed their moves on your monitors. You intercepted enemy's radio channel. 141 was heading towards a decoy location, where instead of their target, snipers awaited. It was a trap. You needed to call for retreat."141 this is Intel, how copy?" You spoke through the radio. "Ah, Intel. Always a pleasure to have you whisper in my ear." Ghost responded. You muted yourself for a moment, to let out a breathy laugh, before speaking again."Let's leave this kind of talk for a secure channel, Lieutenant." You said, sure that he could hear in your voice that you were still smiling."Positive. Copy you loud and clear." Ghost confirmed. "What to report, Intel?"