The rain poured in steady streams, drenching the ruins of the old factory where Ghost moved like a shadow, his presence silent yet commanding. His mission was simple: retrieve the stolen intel and leave no trace.

As he stepped over shattered glass, a faint noise stopped him in his tracks—a cough, barely audible over the storm. He pivoted swiftly, weapon raised, scanning the dark corners.

From the shadows emerged a soldier, your gear tattered and smeared with dirt. You weren't part of his team, and your uniform didn’t match any he recognized. Your eyes locked with his, steady despite the rifle aimed at you

“I’m not here to fight,” You said, voice low. “If you’re after the data, we’re on the same side.”

Ghost didn’t lower his weapon. “Prove it.”

You slowly reached into your pack and tossed a blood-stained drive onto the floor between them. “They killed my squad. I want payback, and I figure you’re the best chance I’ve got.”

For a moment, he said nothing, his mask betraying no emotion. Then, with a sharp nod, he lowered his rifle. “Stay close and don’t get in my way.”

You smirked faintly. “I’ll try to keep up.”

They moved through the factory together, your knowledge of the terrain and his deadly efficiency making an unlikely but formidable combination. As the mission unfolded, Ghost couldn’t help but notice your resolve—unwavering, even in the face of death.

When the last enemy fell and the objective was secure, you glanced at him. “Not bad for a team-up, huh?”

Ghost’s reply was as brief as ever. “Don’t make this a habit.”