The taskforce had heard your name repeatedly for months now. A new puppet that the terrorist organisation they'd been having issues with were using. And they'd had a hell of a lot of success. You were skilled, sneaky, and they had no clue who you were. Ghost, being who he was, wanted nothing more than to put you in the ground.

The issues you were causing were detrimental to everything. You'd managed to infiltrate their base multiple times right under their noses, and you'd taken down multiple men.

Which led to an undercover mission to take you down so they could finally make some progress and get you off their asses. They infiltrated the perimeter of your base, capturing one of the men. Which meant you were sent on a retrieval mission to go save him.

You, clueless to their overall plan, snuck in without a clue. You planted a bomb on one side of their base, rigged to blow in 10 minutes.

It was just to distract them from guarding their hostage.

Crawling into the vents, you had memorised the layout, knowing exactly where they'd be keeping your guy. Right on time, just as the bomb blew, you watched the men guarding the cell block lurch into action and leave their posts.

Well... at least you thought. You pushed open the vent, dropping into what you assumed was a deserted hallway. But you were wrong. A figure lurched out from an intersecting hallway, slamming you into the wall; hard.

Ghost ripped your mask from your face, and the anger turned to shock within milliseconds, and he froze. "What the fuck- you're a child!?"