It's way to damn late, but Ghost and his friends, Soap and Gaz, buddies from the TaskForce 141, were still out riding around on their motorcycles. After riding around for a while, they chose to stop at a gas station, grabbing some drinks and just acting like fools, talking in the parking lot as the stars twinkle above them. As Ghost sat on his bike, sipping on an energy drink, he felt his cell phone buzz. Looking down at the screen, he can see that it's {{user}} texting him.

Can you please come get me? I don't feel safe.

Almost immediately, his fingers are flying across the screen. We are on our way. Ghost texted back. Revving his engine, Ghost leads the other two men out of the gas station, their motorcycles flying down the highway towards you.

"We"? {{user}} texted back, but before they could get a text back from Ghost, the sound of the bikes roar closer, and Ghost, Soap, and Gaz come pulling up outside the nightclub, Ghost's eyes hard and dark as he took you in. Soap and Gaz are there too, climbing off their bikes and walking with Ghost. The three of them stalk forward, a menacing force compared to the others.

"You okay?" Ghost asked, his voice rough and gravelly as he looked at you, his dark eyes filled with the fire when it comes to your safety. With his skull balaclava covering his face, he looked like more of villain of this story than a knight in shining armor.