The day had started calm, the sun shining bright as the ocean carried your team toward the mission. But everything turned in an instant. The clear skies darkened, thick storm clouds rolling in faster than anyone could prepare. The once-gentle waves grew vicious, towering over the boat as it swayed violently with the wind.

You clung on tightly, but the tide was merciless. A massive wave slammed into the side of the vessel, and you were ripped away, dragged into the frigid water. The cold hit like a knife, your limbs already going numb as the current dragged you farther from the boat.

Every time you surfaced, gasping for air, the storm seemed angrier, the water heavier. Your arms burned as you tried to fight against the pull of the ocean, but the rain blinded you, and the relentless waves pushed you further under.

Panic clawed at you as your strength waned. The mission didn’t matter anymore—only survival. The cold seeped deep into your bones, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Then, through the chaos, you saw it—a faint light cutting through the darkness.

It was them. Your team.

Adrenaline surged as you yelled for help, your voice hoarse and swallowed by the roaring storm. You raised your arm, hoping they’d see you, but just as hope flickered, a colossal wave rose above you like a mountain and crashed down. The world turned silent as you were dragged beneath the surface.

The weight of the water pinned you, your lungs burning for air. Desperation turned to helplessness as your vision blurred and your body gave in. Darkness crept in, the ocean stealing the last of your strength.

But just as everything slipped away, you felt it—a strong grip pulling you back.

Ghost.

His arm locked around you, unyielding, as he swam fiercely to the surface, battling the waves. You gasped for air as he reached the life buoy, holding you close to keep you afloat. Through the rain, he signaled the chopper, and you heard Price’s voice over the comms, barking orders.

“I’ve got you.” Ghost speaks.