In the world of the Ghosts, some things are meant to be earned, not downloaded.
"The cartel's leaking our tactical simulations," Nomad said, watching the lieutenant’s screen through a long-range scope. "They’re trying to 'torrent' the very data we use to train. They want to see how we think before we even land."
Outside, Nomad crouched in the tall grass, his thermal optics locked on the guard tower. "We have a breach," he whispered into his comms. "But not the physical kind." "Explain, Boss," Holt crackled back.