Fiи™ier: Tom.clancys.ghost.recon.future.soldier.... -

Four suppressed shots hissed through the humid air simultaneously. The guards collapsed before they could even reach for their radios.

"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." Four suppressed shots hissed through the humid air

"Ghost Lead, this is Kozak. I’ve got eyes on the courier. Three o'clock, near the tea stall," he whispered into his comms. The world seemed to go silent, the only

Behind him, the air shimmered. Ghost Lead didn’t walk into view; he materialized as his deactivated. The active-camo suit transitioned from the muddy brown of the brick wall to the matte grey of his tactical vest in a fraction of a second. "Synchronize shots," Ghost Lead commanded.