Kozak looked through his scope, the highlighting the thermal signatures of the guards behind the corrugated metal walls. Four targets. Four Ghosts. "Marked," Kozak said, tagging the enemies digitally.
"On my mark," the lead replied. The world seemed to go silent, the only sound being the rhythmic hum of the drones circling overhead. "Execute." FiИ™ier: Tom.Clancys.Ghost.Recon.Future.Soldier....
"Area clear," Ghost Lead said, his voice as cold as the tech he wore. "Move up. We have a world to save before sunrise." Kozak looked through his scope, the highlighting the