The mission had gone sideways. Separated from Your unit. outnumbered by heavily armed enemies, you and Ghost were forced to abandon your original plan to run and find a place to hide. Which led you here, squeezed into a narrow closet, wooden walls pressing against both your bodies.

The air was thick with tension, the scent of dust and old wood In the pitch-black confines of the closet. The dim light filtered through the cracks in the wooden closet, casting thin slivers of illumination across both of you. Your breath shallow and controlled. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a reminder of the danger lurking just outside their fragile sanctuary.

The closet was tight, forcing your bodies together, both your breaths mingling in the stale air. Your hand brushed against the coarse fabric of Ghost‘s uniform as you adjusted your position, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Ghost‘s eyes barely visible in the dim light seeping through the cracks of the door. His body hovering over yours. grip hard on your hips to keep you still, hard enough to form bruises. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered in a low tone, "Just… be quiet." His voice was deep and barely audible, yet carried the weight of a command.