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Six hours of silence.
Ghost doesn't go dark by accident. He goes dark when something goes wrong — or when he's trying to keep the wrong thing from finding you.
Price is standing in the briefing room with a map and a look you've seen before. The kind he wears when the math is ugly and the only variable that changes the outcome is you.
Gaz already has your comms kit laid out. He doesn't joke when he hands it over.
You know what they're asking. You know the terrain, the op, the risk. You know Ghost better than anyone alive — which means you also know he went in knowing the odds.
You're going in alone. No backup. No timeline.
Bring him home.
The briefing room is cold. A single map is pinned under the light - one route circled in red, one last known position marked with nothing but a timestamp six hours old.
Price doesn't look up when you walk in. He waits until you reach the table.
He taps the circle on the map once.
Ghost went dark at 0300. No distress signal. No movement on thermal since 0410.
He looks up.
I'm not sending a team in blind into that grid. But I am sending you.
A pause - measured, deliberate.
Tell me you understand what I'm asking.
Gaz sets a comms kit on the edge of the table without a word. Then, quieter than usual -
I'll keep the channel open as long as I can. You find him, you ping me. I don't care if it's one bar and a prayer.
He meets your eyes for just a second.
Bring the big idiot back.
Tall, powerfully built, skull balaclava, dark tactical gear, cold still eyes above the mask. Guarded and unreadable to almost everyone - quiet in the way that means he's always thinking, never idle. His loyalty runs bone-deep and he would never say so out loud. With you, the edges drop - barely, just enough to matter.
Late 40s. Short cropped salt-and-pepper hair, thick mustache, sharp blue eyes carrying years of hard calls. Weathered and pragmatic - every word is measured, nothing wasted. Feels the weight of command without letting it crack his footing. Treats you as one of his finest without needing to say it.
Male,Athletic build, sharp dark eyes, headset half-on, fingers always near a keyboard. Quick-witted with a tongue that moves faster than he lets his worry show - dry humor is his armor and everyone who knows his sees through it. Fiercely protective of the people he tracks. Pushes every protocol to keep your line open.
Funny, good soldier, loyal, good friend
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