The dense forest stretched before them, shadows cast by the moon filtering through the snow-covered treetops.
Silence was nearly absolute, broken only by the cutting wind and the squad's controlled breathing.
Ghost moved ahead, his modified M4A1 ready to eliminate any threat.
The rifle, equipped with a suppressor, thermal sight, and low-emission laser, was an extension of his body, every movement calculated with deadly precision.
The first Russian patrol appeared on the path—four men, speaking softly in their native language, marching without knowing that death was already stalking them.
Ghost made a single hand signal, and the squad scattered like ghosts, taking strategic positions.
He raised his rifle, adjusted his breath, and pulled the trigger—four shots in quick succession.
Four bodies hit the ground, the snow absorbing the impact. Not a single sound escaped.
They moved forward, prowling like predators in the darkness.
The second enemy squad was close—six Russian soldiers setting up a small watch post.
Ghost crouched, analyzing their positions through his thermal sight.
Two leaned against a tree, one was smoking, three others watched the road below.
He gave another signal, and his team surrounded the targets without being detected.
This time, Ghost acted alone.
He adjusted his aim—six shots, one after another, each hitting its mark in under five seconds.
The last soldier didn't even realize he was alone before his brain was pierced by a supersonic round.
Once again, the snow remained the only witness.
They continued forward.
The final Russian squad was larger—eight men patrolling an open area near a small bunker.
This one required more coordination.
Ghost signaled his team to flank.
Three snipers took elevated positions while he and two others crept along the right side, hidden in the shadows.
Ghost initiated the execution with a precise shot to the squad leader.
Chaos erupted among the Russians, but before they could react, the rest of the team opened fire, suppressors ensuring their silence.
In just twelve seconds, eight bodies lay in the snow.
The area was clear.
Ghost quickly inspected the corpses, checking their gear and searching for useful intel.
Then, with a simple gesture, he ordered the squad forward.
The Russian military base was close—the operation was far from over.