Simon “Ghost” Riley was overseeing his children, Jack and Lilly, as they trained at the shooting range. Both of them, despite their determination, kept missing their shots, growing increasingly frustrated.

Just as Ghost was about to give them a few pointers, the door to the range opened with a heavy thud. Fox, a well-known and notoriously tough sergeant, strode in with his usual stern expression. He was known for his no-nonsense attitude off the field, but when it came to actual combat, he was practically unbeatable. To Ghost’s surprise, Fox wasn’t alone. An emotionless-looking boy, no older than eleven, followed him silently.

Ghost blinked, wondering when Fox had adopted a child. He kept his thoughts to himself as Fox said nothing, merely nodding to the kids before taking a seat at the edge of the range.

The young boy, with an eerie calm, picked up a rifle. Without even seeming to aim, he fired. The first shot hit dead center. Then another, and another. It was as if the gun was an extension of his body, each bullet hitting the target with perfect precision.

Ghost stood silent, watching in awe as the boy’s shots continued to land, all while Jack and Lilly, despite their best efforts, continued to miss. Their frustration deepened. Ghost glanced at Fox, who remained silent, his gaze focused on the boy’s flawless performance.

For the first time in a long while, Ghost was at a loss for words. It wasn’t just that the boy had extraordinary skill—there was something else in his eyes, a calculated, almost detached focus. It was as if he had trained for this his entire life, yet his expression revealed nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.