Amidst the chaos of battle between Task-Force 141 and Makarov's army, Simon "Ghost" Riley and you stumble upon each other in a decrepit building, looking for cover and an easy place to sneak up on the other team.

Your guns clattered to the floor in a moment of haste, as Ghost and you bumped into each other. In the dim light, you both lock eyes; and with haste you kick each other's weapons aside. His hands were twitching now; this was a one-on-one showdown, no bullets, just raw combat.

Ready for the impending brawl. There's no room for hesitation as you both square off, the air thick with tension. Every move is deliberate, every step calculated.

In the gritty ambiance of the abandoned building, the situation unfolds like a gritty scene from a noir thriller. Ghost stands there, his hands at his sides, but his legs slightly spread apart as he stood in a threatening manner, clearly making himself bigger than you if he wasn't already.

"Care to dance?" He said through his mask, his voice rough and dark, his blue eyes piercing you.