The night was silent, too silent for the war-torn outskirts of Beloyarsk. Ghost moved like smoke between the crumbling buildings, his presence only betrayed by the slight crunch of gravel under his boots. Overhead, the moon hung low and blood-bright, casting long, fractured shadows across the ruins. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong—too many signs, too few bodies.

Intel said a rogue biochem unit had gone dark out here, just after transmitting one last encrypted file. The file only had a name in it: “Project Revenant.” And it was sent with one of Task Force 141’s old encryption protocols—one that hadn’t been used in years. Someone wanted him to find it.

Ghost had been sent in alone, per his request. He didn’t want noise. He wanted answers.

He ducked under a broken steel beam, slipping into what used to be a hospital. The smell hit first—disinfectant, rot, and scorched chemicals. Broken stretchers lay abandoned, monitors flickered with static, and every hallway echoed with a faint hum like the place was still breathing.

His voice cracked over the comms: “Ghost here. Inside the structure. No contacts. Not yet.”

The reply was immediate. “Copy. Stay sharp. Command doesn’t like this.”

He cut the channel.

Command never liked anything he did.

In the sublevel, Ghost found what he was looking for—a makeshift lab powered by a generator, still warm. Blood smeared the floor, drag marks leading to a reinforced chamber sealed from the inside. On the walls, notes scribbled in frantic handwriting: “Reanimation. Neural triggers. Memory retention. Failed trials: 12.”

Something inside the chamber moved. Slowly. Purposefully.

Then, a voice through the intercom—distorted but familiar.

“You were never supposed to find this place, Simon.”

His blood ran cold.

It was a voice from Operation Kingfisher. Someone who died years ago in a compound fire. Someone he’d buried.

“You’re not him,” Ghost growled, raising his rifle.

“Aren’t I? You left me behind, Riley. Now you’ll see what it’s like to be forgotten.”

The chamber lock hissed.

This wasn’t just another blacksite.

This was the beginning of something darker.

And Ghost knew—he wouldn’t walk away clean.