Mute knelt beside the SUV. “Then we finish his war.” The mine was a fortress. Unidad defectors, Santa Blanca remnants, and black-clad PMCs patrolled every entrance. But the Ghosts had something they didn’t: desperation.
At 0500 hours, they struck.
The coordinates led to a remote jungle airstrip north of Villa Tunari. They dropped at 0200 hours. HALO jump. No support. The canopy swallowed them whole. Tom.Clancys.Ghost.Recon.Wildlands.MULTI-ELAMIGOS