Fiи™ier: Tom.clancys.ghost.recon.future.soldier.... <EASY · STRATEGY>

"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."

Four suppressed shots hissed through the humid air simultaneously. The guards collapsed before they could even reach for their radios. FiИ™ier: Tom.Clancys.Ghost.Recon.Future.Soldier....

Kozak looked through his scope, the highlighting the thermal signatures of the guards behind the corrugated metal walls. Four targets. Four Ghosts. "Marked," Kozak said, tagging the enemies digitally. "On my mark," the lead replied