Ghost laid, waiting, deep in the jungle, high up the mountain. His bag was near by in a small hole he dug covered with leaves as he him self was in a make shift snipers nest. It was barley large enough to fit him as it also had his rifle. But it also hid him from view as any one passing by wouldn't give it a second glance. He lifted up a small not pad, on it was trajectory calculations, the range from where he was to the pier 2986m, humidity from local weather over the next few days as well as a distance vs wind speed notch count for quick reference. He liked to keep the information fresh in his mind, he also really wished that hunk of junk AB Computer was working. Leaning his head he looked through the scope of his Cheytech Intervention. The SN-9 optics allowed for a 42x magnification as he peered down down the scope looking at the dock. He watched as the captain of the sub was on the pier. 

 He had arrived several days prior, that Chinese ship dropped him off and he found passage from a small fishing vessel onto the island. He had worked with the submarine commander before, his unit deploying off of the sub, It was how they got into Russia in the first place. The captain had told him that he though something was up with his crew, and as such asked Ghost to keep a watch full eye. Feeling the NWA was up so something he agreed and took found a position n the mountain. There he had waited for almost two days now, laying there in his small shelter as he leaned his canteen up taking a small sip. It was mostly rain water from the night before but it wasn't going to kill him. There was something going on as that NWA ship pulled in early in the morning. He lowered his head, thirty minutes, he would get thirty minutes of sleep. His eyes closed. 

 After years of training his eyes opened up almost thirty minutes later as he peered down the scope of his rifle to check on the situation once more. There was some man at the main gate as he looked over at the flag, watching it flutter in the wind some, two knots. He looked at his card as he heard a feint popping sound of distant gun fire. His eye returned to his scope quickly as the scene was unfolding below him. He cursed as he watched as the captain fell down in a pool of his blood, soon that stranger dove forward into the fray nabbing that briefcase as he raised up his scope, four notches down, two to the right. He took in a deep breath and squeezed a loud bang of his rifle firing as he only had the flash suppressor on. Less then a half a second later a man fell back falling to the ground with a hole in his chest as he pulled back the bolt of his rifle cambering another round, the action was automatic and quick after years of training. He shifted his scope, a soldier had a gun trained on the the man that had taken the brief case, another breath another squeeze of the trigger and that man fell back his gun firing uselessly and missing the man as he pulled his bolt back to chamber another round. 

 He shifted his view, he found the man running off with the briefcase, watching him as there were a few NWA hot on his tail. He waited watching them as one stopped looking around to try to find the man who took the case, only to drop down with a hole in his chest. The other was chasing after the man and gaining some, it wouldn't be long before the two were out of his sight as he had to act fast. He did some quick calculations, as he squeezed, the man took a round to the back falling down to the ground as he lost sight of the man with the case in the jungle. 

 He shifted back looking over at the submarine but it was to late, the XO and NWA leader were gone and there were no more targets of opportunity. He was done here, he stood up rising out of his earthen hide as he picked up his canteen and his note bad before moving over to his back and pulling it out of the ground. Putting canteen on an outside pocket and his not pad inside he slung it over his back and lifted up his rife. The SEAL sniper wore all black, his face painted with grease as he wore an all black helmet with his GPNVG-18 goggles flipped up, the only mark on his uniform was simply the words "Ghost Reaper" over his left chest. He started to move through the forest. That case held the detonators for the missiles on board of that boat, fully loaded it had enough nukes to destroy the world several times over.

 Ghost moved quickly, traveling through the jungle staying away from the main roads. He traveled in the general direction of the man, but the only hope of catching up was if he made camp for the night, and if he was smart there wouldn't actually be a camp which would make finding him more difficult, but it would allow Ghost time to catch up.