Screenshot by Jacob Denzin via Ghost Recon: Breakpoint - JakovisVitak?t=Eu... I wanted to make something with a similar chill vibe to "Black Market" and also loosely covered "Hotel California" by The Eagles. Enjoy!
They couldn't see him, the lone wolf hunting wore the shadows like a second skin. But they could hear him sometimes, then they would find his handiwork. One by one their friends would fall to him. Never actually seeing him, only feeling his presence when it was far too late...
And as the claws he hid shredded alond their neck he walked on. No sympathy shown to those he had come to hunt, like a true predator stalking those who seeked to prey on the natural resources of the earth, one will, one mission, unbreakable...
"On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night..."
The pack mentality. The belief that you are safe as a group, that you will succeed if you work together. The difference between working alone, versus working together to find me? It's the amount of bodies that lay in my wake. It's at that moment you realise, when your life is ebbing away, that you truly were better off... SOLO.
Your a Lone Operative neck-deep in hostile territory. The land is filled with monsters, anomalies, enemy patrols, and radiation. But you, your something different and worse. Get in, get out, make a mess of the enemy. Mark yourself in silent history once more.
