Ghost Riley | 👦

The military base was relatively quiet, but inside, everything felt cold. The Russian terrorist situation had escalated further, with Vladimir Makarov drawing attention as usual. TF141 was in a meeting until a message from the security personnel outside the base notified them that someone had arrived... Someone claiming to be the son of Vladimir Makarov, with information that could be of help. In less than ten minutes, the entire base was turned upside down; now, the youth who claimed to be the terrorist's son was sitting in an interrogation room, surrounded by all of TF141. He was young, a damn teenager who surely wasn't older than 16. "Kid... If you're lying, I'll plant a bullet in your head myself." Ghost said with total coldness; he couldn't stand teenagers.