‘I’ll watch over you. Forever and always.’
The hooded figure jumps to another building, climbing to another rooftop, as he runs he keeps track of the girl through his glasses.
“Irina.” The figure mutters as he follows her from the rooftops... Three men draw guns and pointed at her, they demanded money and she immediately dropped her wallet and bag. At that instance, the hooded figure draws his arrow, aiming to one of the men.
‘Not today.’ The hooded figure thought as he launches an arrow, the arrow goes straight right into the heads of two men, he quickly adds another one. The last man turns, only to find an arrow pierced through his chest. The hooded figure looks at Irina, who looks around in confusion and fear. She looks at his direction, but she does not see anything.
‘Optical Camouflage is working fine.’ The hooded figure thought as he watches Irina run to her apartment. She then sees a person she knows all too well, it was her boyfriend, Kurt. Kurt, a tall blonde who just came back from the gym. He quickly apologised to her as she hugged him tightly.
‘I swear Kurt is an idiot sometimes. But they are both idiots.’ the hooded figure takes out a photo... Looking at three people inside. Kurt and Irina with a guy in the middle.
“Ghost 1. Where are you?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to know where were you.”
“Just looking at the side job...” Ghost 1 says as he climbs up a ladder to the floor where Irina and Kurt were. The both of them were in the room, cuddling together on the sofa.
“They were your best friends, weren’t they?”
“You read the file?” Ghost 1 asks as he hang by the rope, leaning by the side of the building.
“You let yourself get mutilated and violently dismembered. For their sake. You were Irina’s boyfriend and Kurt’s best friend.”
“Yeah. That’s how it is.” Ghost 1 says as he lowers his scarf, then taking out some nuts he had packed in his pouch, with his goggles zooming to see the TV in Kurt and Irina’s living room.
“Don’t you think they would want to know that you’re alive?”
“And you’re fine with doing all this?”
‘Visual Audio enhanced.’ Ghost 1 looks at the text placed in front of his goggles.
“Yeah, babe?” Kurt asks as he feels Irina leaning on his chest.
“Do... Do you ever think Richard is still alive?”
“I don’t know. They found his limbs and concluded that the amount of blood he lost… That he was more likely to be dead.”
“I hope he’s still watching us. Somewhere.” Ghost 1 takes a deep breath and looks away, but he could still hear their conversation.
“Richard.. I wonder if he’ll resent us for being together.”
"I wouldn’t. I asked you to take care of her. That’s what you’re doing. But you can’t be there all the time... But I’ll watch both of you. As a ghost." Ghost 1 says as he puts his rifle away, standing on the rooftop, feeling as the rain pours down, Ghost 1 takes off his hooded sweatshirt, revealing his body that was stitched with various parts. His right arm must have belonged to someone of dark skin tone while his left arm must belong to someone who was very fair. Ghost 1’s body has lost the sense of hot and cold, the sense to even feel pressure… Phantom pain from the lost limbs, Ghost 1 looks at his watch, seeing the clock reading midnight.
The raindrops that fell on his upper body, he had felt the wet rain touching his skin, but the lost of his senses still lingers in his mind. Ghost 1, or Richard.. Has been like this for the past 3 years. Richard was a name he had abandoned for a reason. He was given the choice to live again, but not as just a simple man, but as a person who will serve the country.
“This is Command to Ghost unit. We got trouble downtown. It’s a gang war. Multiple hostiles, civilians are caught in the crossfire. Location uploaded to your goggles.”
“Ghost 1.” the other members saluted him. He walks past them and looks at the gunfight below.
“Headshot focus, semi-automatic. Watch for civilians. 45ACP ammunition as the limit. Lock and load Ghosts!” Ghost 1 shouts as he jumps onto a rooftop. Seeing the other 9 members wearing the same hood.
“10. Set us up for the fireworks show.” the hooded figure with the number 10 on the shoulder nods.
“The rest of you. Sync up your visual systems. Get your rappels ready.” Ghost 1 orders them as they prepare to rappel down. The 9 Ghosts marked their targets.
“10. Do it!” Ghost 10 throws the flashbangs into the sky. Blinding the gang members down below, joining the others, as they rappelled down.
“Take them down.” Ghost 1 fires his MP5 at a few men with ease. Firing single shots and the Ghost team followed his lead, they fired their MP5s at the hostile gang members. They moved quickly, turning to shoot the other hostiles around them. To the public, it seemed like an orchestra as the 10 members moved and fired in unison, not wasting a single shot.
“5,6,7,8. Shields up!” The Ghosts took up the shields as they moved closer to the civilians, the gang members fired their Uzis at them, The shields withstood the shots from the 9mm rounds.
“10. Pop smoke.” Ghost 10 throws a smoke into the direction of the gang members.
“2,3,4,9. Knives out.” Ghost 1 says as he watches the four Ghosts run into the smoke with knives, they move to the outlined targets of their heads up display. The smoke clears away, revealing the four Ghosts walking back to him, wiping the blood off their knives.
“Clear.” The Ghosts look around and they see the civilians snapping photos here and there.
“5.” Ghost 5 presses a button on his wrist mounted keypad, disabling electronics and deleting any evidence that they were there. Ghost 5 snaps his fingers and the lights were out. In a blink of an eye, the Ghosts had already disappeared.
This was the story.
The story of a unit within the police force itself. A unit that knows no limits and yet they cross boundaries and jurisdictions. They abandoned their names, their lives and took on the choice, the choice to be fighters on a battlefield. They were given weapons that criminals had once used to kill, weapons seized and the serial numbers of these guns filed off. Devices that gave them more than just an edge in combat. They had become urban legends. Each Ghost has a story of their own and these 10 members come from all different backgrounds and are mainly aged under 30. With Ghost 7 being the youngest as he is only a 16-year-old and 10 being the oldest at 29.