The helicopter landed next to the Ghost graveyard, kicking up dust and swirling it away. There were twenty five men, in all, that came to rescue them; Spirit, Logan, Mendoza, Corby, Perceval, Blanco and Benitez made thirty two.
As the sun began to set, Logan turned to the SAMA commander, Sanchez, and the American commander, Orrin.
"So, Communists on one side, fascists on the other," said Orrin, "what now?"
"Rather Communism than fascism." Spirit was still looking out over the horizon. "But Ramos is a corrupt shit. He's going down, no matter what."
"With just thirty two of us?" asked Sanchez.
"We've saved the world already," said Logan, "now to redeem it."
"We'll need a name," stated Benitez.
"Oh, I think I've got a good one…"
Logan didn't need to say it, because everybody already knew.
They left the Graveyard of Ghosts again.
Keegan Peter Russ. The Wraith of Courage, he was the brave knight of the Ghosts.
James Thomas Mettle. The Dash of velocity, he was the godspeed scout of the Ghosts.
Thomas Anthony Merrick. The Phantom of Strength, he was the unrelenting power of the Ghosts.
David Brandon Walker. The Spectre of Loyalty, he was the unwavering brother of the Ghosts.
Gabriel Tobias Rorke. The Shade of Determination, he was the unconquerable mountain of the Ghosts.
Elias Adam Walker. The Ghost of leadership, he was the true Ghost.
But now, a new plaque was there.
To stop the wrath of oppression: Freedom.
To defy the monster of ourselves: Mercy.
To halt the storm of revenge: Restraint.
To punish those who deserve it: Valour.
To decide who deserves it: Judgement.
To answer the Call of Duty: Ghosts.