[] 12:41 []
[] Wyatt Watson []
[] iHop - Trenton, New Jersey []

Ever since coming back home from Bolivia, Wyatt's been spending as much time with his son as he possible could. The start of the redeployment after Operation Kingslayer ended badly with Ghost squad being shot down. Eventually, things led to another and Wyatt and his team assassinated the leader of the group of mercenaries, Colonel Merlo. Now, Bolivia is on their own.

Meanwhile, Wyatt attempts to reconnect with his son. Thankfully for him, his ex-wife was very lenient with the time spent. Although the relationship with her didn't work out, the two managed to at least still get along. It's a shame his son doesn't seem to like hanging around the ex-Ghost so much. Being away for so long and so often caused a divide between the father-son relationship.

"Has school been treating you well?" Wyatt asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

He watched as his son toyed around with his food before suddenly sighing. "Okay I guess. I'm not understanding fractions though" he replied.

Wyatt lightly chuckled. "Ah I see" he replies before leaning back on his seat. "Mom doesn't help you out?"

His son responded by shaking his head. "No. She started her new job and has been busy. Liam hasn't been around too much either."

'Liam?' Wraith thought. He then remembered that he's the new boyfriend. So far, he's heard good things about the guy. Military background too. Wyatt snickered. "Looks like your mother is over me" he joked.

Unfortunately, his son didn't seem to understand it, thinking his father was serious. "Dad, you're just not around as him" he referred to Liam.

Wyatt gave a reassuring laugh. "Hey, it's alright Preston. I don't have anything against your mother" he promised before finishing the rest of his coffee and setting it aside. "I guess you can say it's understandable. I'm out there saving the world, you know?"

Preston's face brightened up. So far, Wyatt's been doing well with this whole father-son thing. His son, having wanted to see his father for a long time helped tremendously. "Hey Dad, anything cool happened when you were away?" Preston asked out of curiosity. As Wraith, Wyatt is required to keep a lot of things secret, but he can over exaggerate a few things.

"Your old man often shoots down helicopters you know? Just with my trusty rifle" Wyatt revealed. It was a lie of course. Wyatt has shot at them while at Bolivia, but the only time he actually took one down is with a grenade launcher. "Ask Coray if you don't believe me" he adds on.

"Oh yeah, what's his um... callsign?" Preston asked for Coray's given nickname.

Wyatt tilted his head a bit. "Oh? You're more interested in his background than mine?" he teased his son.

"Dad, you already told me yours" Preston pouted.

Looks like the teasing was a success. Before answering, Wyatt chuckled. "Yeah yeah. He was Weaver. Then there was these two guys that were friends like me and Coray."

"Mind telling me who they were?" Preston asked. He seemed very interested. This was the first time the two talked about Operation Kingslayer. His wife knew a bit already due to quick short stories.

"Well, there's Holt. He never really knows when to shut up." Though, his light-hearted nature somehow kept morale up. "Then we have Midas, the one who like, never talks." If it were up to Wyatt, he'd always prefer to be besides Midas over Holt. Not because Midas wasn't as annoying, but because he happened to be a better shot. Wyatt had nothing against Holt though. Both Ghosts were really good guys, and before retiring, he and Coray wished the two of them the best of luck. They were the youngest of the squad, and are the future of Ghost Recon. Now Wyatt has this new job offer that Bowman referred him to. Meanwhile, Coray is out there just living the civilian life.

"You had fun with Dad, Preston?"

"Yes Mom. He told me about some cool things he did" Preston responded.

"Mind waiting in the car Sweety? I'd like to talk to him for a bit" his mom requested. Preston nodded before leaving for the car. Meanwhile, Wraith and his ex stood outside of the diner's entrance, face to face. "Seems like you two had a good time. He doesn't often see you in a bright light."

Wyatt sighed. "There's not much I can do with that Charlotte" he disappointingly replied. "I don't expect a 4th grader to understand my position."

His ex crossed her arms and shook her head. The two never had anything against each other. With Wyatt's occupation, the relationship was just a loss cause. "I wonder, if I never got medically discharged, maybe we'd still be together." Wyatt didn't respond. He only shrugged. Charlotte noticed some discomfort in him. She ended up smirking, wanted to poke some fun at her former lover. "Heh. I might have been a better Ghost than you" she teased.

"Okay, now you're just pushing it" he laughed. "You piss Liam off this way?"

Charlotte giggled as she scratched the side of her head. "He pretty much backs down immediately. What's a sailor going to do against a marine?"

"You're half of a marine Charlotte. If only that hip never broke."

"Err... don't remind me. I couldn't sleep for days" she groaned, remembering the accident. "Hey, it was nice talking with you and all, but I need to hurry. Hopefully that new job of yours works out. Where are you heading?" she asked.

"The U.K. I don't know where yet" Wyatt answered. "You sure it was a good idea to quit Bartlett?" Wyatt asked. It was a very sensitive topic, especially after the terrible terrorist attack there. Wyatt noticed the expression on Charlotte's face immediately darken.

"I just... so many kids in my class died. I couldn't continuing teaching there, plus it just was no longer a good environment for Preston" she answered. "Another college hired me over here though."

The two had to quickly wrap everything up. It was good to talk to her again without any awkwardness. At the start of the divorce, the relationship was rough, but as time went by, they managed to remain as friends through their child. As soon as Charlotte left with their son, Wyatt pulled out a phone. He promised an old friend to hang out. Alongside that, Wyatt was expecting a phone call from a former co-worker.

[] 14:08 []
[] McManimon's Pub []

For a Friday, the bar wasn't very busy. Then again, it was only afternoon. Things start to get riled up when the sun goes down. Wyatt had met up with the old friend that he called after hanging out with Preston. His old second-in-command to be more specific. "Weaver, you ever do anything else but drink here every Friday?" he teased his friend.

"You gotta stop calling me that man" Coray replied. "Want me to call you Wraith?" he tried threatening while taking a drink of his beverage.

Wyatt seemed confused by the weak threat. "I mean... sure?" He knew he was fucking with Coray. And he absolutely enjoyed the shit out of it.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Wish you were more like this in Bolivia" he jabbed.

"You weren't very heartwarming yourself bud" Wyatt poked back. "So how do you think the other two are doing?"

Coray shrugged as he brought the cup to his lips. "Midas should be fine. Holt, I wonder if he tried coke again." The two laughed, remembering how the guy admitted to trying it.

"He did it once, right?" Wyatt asked.

"Nah. He told me he did it a second time since the first time he got drunk and forgot how it felt like." Wyatt nearly choked on his drink from the reveal. Holt was such a ridiculous guy. Sometimes, he missed the bastard's presence. "Wyatt. When will Bowman contact you? I want to hear what this new job of yours will be."

"Should be around now. You know what, fuck it. We go way back so let me spill it" Wyatt decided that he'll tell his old friend what he heard. Coray leaned in closer to his buddy, eager to hear what this new job was supposed to be about. "Remember err... we had to go chase down that Cav girl as a side objective?"

"Oh yeah, that French operative Twitch helped us out, right?" Coray successfully remembered.

"Team Rainbow is looking for another operative" Wyatt summed it up with that one sentence.

Coray looked around before whispering a few curses. "That's fucking insane! I just hope they still don't hate us."

Wyatt suddenly began to look nervous. He forgot that Bowman pissed them off by trying to interrogate one of the operator's brother. "Oh yeah... I mean maybe I'll be fine with them?" he hoped. Suddenly, Wyatt's phone began to ring. When he opened it up, he immediately recognized the CIA agent's number. "Oh, would you look at that? Right on the knick of time." Wyatt answered immediately. "Wraith here" he joked.

"Haven't heard that voice in a while" the woman behind the phone responded. "Glad to hear from you again Wraith."

"Are the callsigns really necessary?" Wyatt asked. He wasn't really annoyed with it, but it gets confusing while trying to readjust to civilian life. Wyatt motioned Coray to go outside with him. "Hold on Bowman" Wyatt told her before taking a moment to pay for his drinks. Once that was over with, the two stepped outside into the parking lot. "Sorry about that. Anyways, what's this about?" Wyatt asked, even though he already knew about it.

"Well, I need to tell you about who you need to meet, and where to meet her. I hope you no longer need to spend your time at home, because I'm trying to ship you out as soon as possible" Bowman tells him.

"Yeah, I should be fine. I'm just hanging out with Weaver right now" Wyatt responds before putting the phone on speaker.

Coray took notice and decided to greet his former employer. "Ma'am."

"Ah. I didn't think you'd be back in your hometown so soon" Bowman pointed out.

"I'm currently job hunting right now. I needed to start somewhere, and I figured my home was the best bet" Coray assumed.

"Well good luck with that Weaver. Maybe you can come back to the Ghosts" she laughed.

Both Wyatt and Coray chuckled alongside the CIA agent. "With all due respect, I think I'm done with fighting. I'm not like Wyatt here, I'm ready to move on" he commented before slugging his old friend in the shoulder. Afterwards he noticed Wyatt mouth a few curse words towards the former sniper.

The three decided to catch up on what's been going on lately. Bowman, after Operation Kingslayer went back to good old boring desk duty. At least, until now. The leader of Team Rainbow contacted her, interested in one of the soldiers that worked underneath the old CIA operative. Apparently, they wanted Wyatt at their base as soon as possible. They plan to see what the Ghost operator got. Bowman is only going to be there for Day 1, basically advertising Wyatt's ability. Helping the guy secure the job. Rainbow could use his abilities after all the White Mask incidents after all.

Eventually, the three had to hurry up and say their goodbyes. Coray got drunk and requested a taxi home. Wyatt quickly stopped his friend though. Having not drink that much at all, Wyatt was eligible to drive, and decided it would be cheaper to just drop the guy off at his house instead. Seeing how the only other place Wyatt could stay at was a shitty temporary apartment, Coray allowed the former squad leader to stay over for that night. The next day, he'd have to get ready to ship out too England.

[] 10:00 - The Next Day []
[] Hereford Base - Herefordshire, England []

Everything was going just as planned. Bowman happened to be seated next to Wyatt on their plane ride to Team Rainbow's headquarters. The two of them didn't try to dress too fancy with a suit and a dress. Bowman wore a casual outfit, similar to the ones she wore in Boliva. Wyatt was a little more formal though, wearing a light gray dress shirt and black slacks. He didn't really go for fancy shoes though. He stuck wit hiking shoes, knowing full well that his skills will be tested.

They talked and would catch up about things, just like they did the day before through phone. Wyatt didn't seem to be nervous about meeting the famous counter-terrorist organization. After his experience with battles, simply meeting a few operatives alongside their boss seems like a piece of cake. Upon their arrival, Wyatt looked a bit disappointed when looking at the base. Bowman was the same way, but they both didn't say anything about it. There was a lot of things in construction. It's weird seeing such an organization in an unfinished base. Then again, they haven't even been active for that long since reactivation.

"Sorry about the look of the place. I notice you're expression is just like everyone else who arrives" a male voice appeared out of nowhere. Three people in formal wear would greet both Wyatt and Bowman at the runway. Leading them was a male that looked to be around his mid-thirties. At least, he looked that way skin wise. Some of his hair started to gray a bit, which was odd for somebody his age.

"Jordan Trace, FBI" he introduces himself while extending his hand out.

Bowman started off accepting the handshake. "Karen Bowman, CIA" she replied.

Finally, it was the main man the Rainbow operatives were willing to meet. Just like the CIA agent, Wyatt gladly accepted the handshake. "Wyatt Watson, Ghost Recon." Or at least, he was.

The other two behind him walked up to greet themselves. Both happened to be female. One of them was a redhead that looked like she had a different origin. The the however, was a blonde woman that Wyatt and Bowman had already met. The redhead introduced herself as Eliza Cohen, another FBI operative.

"I'm sure the two of you met Valkyrie before" Jordan chimed in as the blonde stepped forward to reintroduce herself.

"Meghan J. Castellano" Valkyrie stepped in and shook both Wyatt's and Bowman's hand. "It's nice to see you two again. It's been a while, ain't that something?" she commented as her hands were placed on her hips.

Bowman and the Navy Seal member had a quick stare down that Wyatt immediately noticed. Chances are, Jordan and Eliza caught onto the tension between the two. Wyatt could only pray that nothing escalated. Fate happen to favor him though, for Meghan broke the silent with a positive tone.

"I hate to keep you two waiting. Six would love to see what you've got Wraith."

And just like that, it was back to business. Jordan led everyone into the unfinished base. It wasn't too big of one, but it was definitely big enough for the small handful of operators working for the world wide organization. There were a few extra workers too, such as security guards and other types of agents from different countries. Eventually, Wyatt and Bowman were both led into the office of an African American woman.

"Glad to see that you two made it in time" she commented as she stood up and extended her hand the same way Jordan did at the runway. "Call me Six" she introduced herself. "Now let's see here, Bowman and Wraith. A CIA agent with her little Ghost" she commented before sitting back down and pressing her fingertips together. "I've heard how Operation Kingslayer went. Although our BOPE operator had a bad taste left in her mouth, it would seem that overall, Ghost Recon is very reliable."

Bowman noticeably started to sweat. Of course the whole inner conflict would be brought up. She was definitely starting to regret supposedly threatening Caveira's brother. Normally, she would have argued, defending her side, but with Six, that was near impossible. Especially with the rising pressure.

"Wraith, I'm led to believe that you were the best of the best in Bolivia? Why else would you have been chosen to lead" Six leaned in, resting her elbows on her table.

Wyatt couldn't help but form a smirk. He wasn't like Bowman in this situation, he was ready to prove his worth. "With all do respect, you can see for yourself" he bragged. Obviously, they were going to have him show off his skills today. If not, he'd show it tomorrow. The former Ghost operative might be a little rusty unfortunately, but with the experience he has, there shouldn't be any problem satisfying Six.

"Is that so Mr. Watson?" Six replied, a bit thrilled. Its not everyday somebody responds with such eagerness. "Thermite, please take him to the training grounds. Have Thatcher set up a few targets" Six would look at Jordan with the orders.

"Yes Ma'am" Jordan replied before looking at their two guests. "Please follow me you two." The lead FBI agent took their guests outside towards a separate building. Six would follow behind everyone, accompanied by two extra security guards dressed in black tactical apparel. "We're going to introduce you to our lead operator, Thatcher. The old man does have a bit of a nasty attitude, so keep that warning in mind" Jordan warned. "He's an S.A.S. member and is currently Rainbow's oldest and most experienced operator. I assure you, going toe-to-toe with him will lead to a bad time" Jordan boasted about the British man.

They all entered a building. Upon entrance, they found themselves in what looks like a lobby, one with guns hanging off the wall, and a couple workers behind a glass counter with sidearms inside of it. The workers all held militaristic uniforms and were there to assist when needed. "Is Thatcher here?" Jordan asked one of the workers. A female nodded her head before pulling out a radio to call in the British man. His accent almost immediately responded back.

"Aye. I'll be there in a bit."

Like promised, an old looking operator walked into the room from a double door. "This the new guy, eh?" he asked while looking at Six. He then approached the group, eyeing Wyatt while he rubbed his chin. He definitely was an old fellow, around his 50s. Though, he looked like in great shape for his age. He kept his hair short, but decided to have some fun with his facial hair. The mustache and beard wasn't bushy or anything, but it definitely covered the lower half of his face. "I hope you're not one of those tech experts. We got too many of those as it is" Thatcher comments. He then showed the arsenal on the wall. "Go ahead and pick a primary and a sidearm. Grab a tac vests too. Surely you don't need to change out of the outfit of yours to show yourself off" Thatcher hoped. He was damn right. Wyatt made a good apparel choice after all.

Thatcher had left with Bowman, Six and her security guard towards the same doorway he entered from. There was a sign on the top that listed shooting range. Not a surprise considering many faint gunshots came from that direction.

"Anything you're interested in?" Eliza asked.

Wyatt looked around a bit, looking for the primary that he would be pretty used to. Technically, Wyatt can make do with whatever given to him, but everybody has their preference.

"Not yet. I was hoping to see a certain rifle, but it doesn't look like its available" Wyatt replied to the FBI agent while crossing his arms. Something then suddenly caught his eye. "How about that 416 over there?" Wyatt turned towards Eliza and tilted his head towards the weapon of choice. In Bolivia, Wyatt had to deal with weapons that were out of date. His team had very little support, so they adapted to whatever they could get their hands on.

"Here, I'll help you out" Eliza offered while walking over to the counter and requesting the rifle. One of the workers moved away from her position to grab the rifle to set it up. She started off carefully removing it from the rack. She then placed it in a rifle bag followed up by adding magazines and a box of ammunition.

Jordan eventually walked up besides Wyatt to add some comments. "Pretty basic choice, don't you think?" he added a few jabs towards the Ghost operator. "I requested a vest and holster for you. Go ahead and pick a sidearm and that should be it." He then offered something to Wyatt. When the former Ghost looked at Jordan's hand, he noticed it was some shooting goggles.

"Thanks" Wyatt thanked as he accepted the gift and immediately placed it on his face. Time to show Rainbow what good ole' Wraith has in storage.