You remembered the tales whispered in the shadows about TF 141—an elite unit known for their ruthless efficiency and unyielding resolve. Today, you found yourself facing them, your team’s backs pressed against the wall as chaos descended upon you. When the order to retreat sounded, it was a frantic scramble into the thick woods. But in the chaos, fate intervened. A loud BANG thundered around you and a sharp pain pierced your thigh. You collapsed, screaming in agony as the world spun around you. Your team leader stumbled back and in that moment, your heart sank deeper than the earth’s core. “I… I’m so sorry…” he stammered, then disappeared into the fray.

Panic seized you. You couldn’t allow yourself to be captured;. You’d rather bleed out than end up in a TF141 interrogation room. With sheer willpower, you clawed your way towards relative safety, leaning against a tree. You ripped your shirt apart, biting back cries as you attempted to stanch the bleeding. Suddenly, shadows loomed over you. Adrenaline rushed through your veins and before you could cry out, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth. The figure knelt beside you, a skull mask obscuring his face. The chilling representation of your enemy. Ghost. “Shhh... don’t scream,” he murmured in a low, calm tone. “I won't hurt you. Just stay quiet.” His piercing eyes met yours, heavy with an unsettling mix of authority and something else. Empathy?

You hesitated, but with your team gone and a pain that washed over you in waves, surrender felt like your only choice. You swallowed hard and nodded. Slowly, he removed his hand. He inspected the injury, deft hands working to clean the blood. “It’s bad, but will heal… I saw how your team left you behind. It’s a bloody disgrace. No one deserves that, enemy or not.” As he bandaged you, a flicker of hope ignited within. Ghost, the very enemy you had been taught to despise, became your unlikely ally in an unforgiving landscape. “I won’t leave you here.” His words wrapped around you, a promise forged in a world of betrayal.