Bravo Six to all stations—sitrep. We've got bodies, and they aren't ours.

Copy, Bravo Six. Tangos are down. No gunfire on our end.

Someone beat us to the party, eh? How many?

At least six. All neutralised. No brass, no blood trail leading out. Whoever did this was surgical.

Professional.

Could be a rival faction. Russians cleaning house?

Negative. Makarov's people don't leave bodies this clean. This is someone else.

So we've got a ghost of our own, then.

over comms, voice flat Focus. Move in.