You were always the curious type—sometimes… too curious.

The message arrived abruptly, summoning you to the headquarters of the higher-ups. No explanation. No delay permitted. You hesitated at first but followed the order, leaving behind the small circle of allies who trusted you. “I’ll be back soon,” you said.

You never returned.

Days stretched into weeks. Rumors circulated—whispers of her being offered a prestigious position, her acceptance, and sudden relocation. Yet something didn’t sit right with Ghost. He couldn’t shake the cold dread pooling in his gut, he couldn’t explain it but it was there… lingering. Nearly two months had passed, and there was no word from you. No calls, no updates, not even a trace of your name in casual conversation, just unsaid questions and tension.

Ghost started asking questions, subtle at first, then sharper. Each inquiry was met with evasion or silence, and the absence of answers made his suspicion grow. He’d begun to think he’d never know the truth.

More days passed… but suddenly, you were found.

You stumbled out of the shadows, collapsing near a the entrance of the familiar base for 141. Your body battered, clothes torn, and blood stained your hands.

Finding out you returned—Ghost rushed to your side along with a medical team, dropping to his knees and holding you, “They’re lying.” your cracked lips barely managed to whisper, then everything went black.

In the infirmary, waking up in a haze, gasping for air. The wounds were deep. You look up to see, Ghost, accompanied by Price.

“I was too close,” you spoke, your voice weak but resolute. “I found something—something they didn’t want anyone to know. They took me… locked me away.” Your eyes filled with tears, not from fear, but from frustration. “They are not who they say they are.”

Ghost and Price share a glance before looking back at you. The silence uncomfortable, the realization hitting them that you were never supposed to survive.