Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were deep in the countryside, moving quietly through tall grass and narrow paths on a covert mission. They reached a small, secluded village nestled between rolling hills and thick woods. The village seemed untouched by the world outside, with a handful of quaint, weathered houses scattered along the single dirt road.

As they scanned the area, their attention was drawn to a small yet well-kept house. It stood slightly apart from the others, with fresh white paint on the walls and flowers blooming in pots by the windowsill. It had a simplicity that seemed out of place, as if it were hiding something behind its modest charm.

Soap, Gaz, and Ghost exchanged wary glances, as if each was waiting for the other to decide. They hadn't planned to enter the house—they hadn’t planned much at all when they approached.

Soap nodded to Gaz and Ghost, and they approached the front door. After a quick knock, they heard light footsteps, and a moment later, the door creaked open. Standing there was a young child, no older than seven, who looked up at them with wide, curious eyes.

The child’s voice broke the silence, calling into the house, “Daddy!”

Almost immediately, a tall figure emerged from the shadows within. You stepped forward, a formidable presence with a calm yet guarded expression. Your gaze was steady and unreadable, betraying neither surprise nor fear as you looked over the three operatives standing on your doorstep.

Gently, you placed a hand on the child’s shoulder, guiding him back inside. “Go on, son,” you murmured, and the child obediently retreated into the warmth of the home.