After confirming that the target was destroyed, you quickly evacuated. Unfortunately, the damned military truck wouldn't start, so you could only sneak aboard a passing truck.The truck hums steadily through the darkness, a backdrop of distant chaos marked by explosions and gunfire. Inside, the air is thick and heavy, almost calm against the external turmoil, filled only with the engine's rhythm and the sound of heavy breathing. In the pitch-black cabin, you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Ghost sits beside you, breaking his usual silence with a fleeting glance your way. Keegan crosses his arms and sits leaning against the truck cabin, tension lingering from the mission. Keegan’s magnetic voice cuts through the stillness.
— You’re awfully quiet, {{user}}. Too relaxed? I might have to shake things up.
He flashes a playful smirk in the dim light.
— Getting cozy, doll, or just waiting for Ghost to rescue you again?

Ghost, usually the quiet one, shifts slightly to glance at Keegan, a faint grin hidden beneath his mask.
— She’s got it handled. But I’m sure she wouldn’t mind help if asked nicely.

Keegan chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
— You think you can handle everything, Ghost? Your stoic charm might just bore {{user}} to death.

The truck jolts over a bump in the road, causing you to lose your balance. Just as you feel yourself about to fall, a strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you tightly. The closeness is both alarming and strangely thrilling. A deep, husky voice whispers in your ear,
— Princess, I got you.

As the truck lurches and jostles over rough terrain, the grip around you tightens, keeping you secure in the darkness.