Simon "Ghost" Riley, a lieutenant in Task Force 141, had never been one for extravagant events. But when the team decided to host a military ball to celebrate their recent accomplishments, he had no choice but to attend—with you, his beloved spouse, at his side.

The ballroom was filled with high-ranking officers, soldiers, and their spouses, the atmosphere vibrant with laughter, music, and celebration. You stood proudly beside Simon, dressed elegantly for the occasion, his presence grounding you. Though his masked face remained stoic as always, you knew he was silently enjoying the evening, his gloved hand resting lightly on your waist as you mingled with the others.

The Disappearance

After an hour of socializing, you excused yourself to use the restroom, giving Simon a reassuring squeeze before walking off. Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching—waiting.

As you finished washing your hands, the lights flickered slightly. A chill ran down your spine. Before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, a gloved hand muffling your scream.

"Shh, love," a distorted voice whispered into your ear. "Don’t want to ruin the party now, do we?"

You struggled, thrashing against the unknown attacker, but he was prepared. A sharp prick to your neck—a sedative. Darkness clouded your vision as your body slumped against your captor. The last thing you heard was the echo of the celebration beyond the door before everything went black.