I enlisted in Special Forces when I was eighteen and dear God, you're stuck in the past. That was ages ago, Green Berets were. It's 2047 here now. You see, and hope you don't mind a quick history course, but the War on Terrorism was a joke. Distracted the US while Russia formed and plotted all over again. Soon enough, shabang, we had a new nuclear enemy known as NUCR, NeoUnion of Communist Republics. Basically...all of Asia and Russia. So to set the scene, it's NUCR against us and with the delicate nuclear balance in order, we needed a new branch to go in under cover and get our boys a safe space to move in.
So the Ghost Operations was formed as a sub branch under Special. My daddy, Colonel Sloane, started the Alpha team at Fort Meyer. Several others have their own teams they're in charge of. Bragg is Beta, McPherson is Charlie, so on so forth. The Ghost Teams have four members, a captain, medic, gunner, and marksmen. And you are cover operations group. You eat, sleep, and liv together until your team is rendered incapacitated for duty.
It's complicated, and really I shouldn't be telling you so much as it is. But you're young and interested. Great.
As for my daughter, her team, Beta Team, was ambushed at the Ryazan Pass. The most dangerous warzone in NUCR today. It connects Moscow and Saratov, two of the powerhouses for NUCR combatants. Her team is offline and isolated, MIA and good as lost. I'm her mother. I'm damn worried. But I have a duty to my country as well as my family.
In other words, if I go over there again, I don't think I'll be coming back alive. We're at a breaking point here. We know where Kazamir Sergetov, the NUCR Dictator, is at. Saratov. He's holed up in a bunker there and the Allies need to blow his ass to smithereens. But whoever does so is on a suicide mission.
No, if I go, I won't be coming back. Lest God has his angel pull me out one more time. But I've had my share of guardian angels pulling me out. It's someone else's turn.
So I need to assemble by team to retrieve my daughter and her team. I will not abandon her. I won't abandon them. But the situation is delicate, one that only a Ghost can manuever around. And as I said before, there are now avaible teams to get to Ryazan Pass in time. We have days, maybe hours, to get in there. Delicate timing and structure is what we're about, kid.
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"I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free." -- Charles Dickens