The sky was painted in hues of crimson and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was heavy with anticipation as Task Force 141 geared up for another mission, but this one felt different. There was a quiet intensity in the air, something unspoken yet undeniable. As the team prepared for insertion, your eyes met with another soldier’s across the landing pad. Ghost, ever the mysterious figure, had always been a presence you couldn’t ignore—his stoic exterior and unreadable mask hiding a world of secrets. But tonight, something in his posture, his silence, told you that he felt it too.

The hum of the helicopter’s rotors grew louder as it prepared to take off. Price and Soap were already inside, but Ghost lingered near the edge, watching you. His gaze was intense, almost like he was weighing something—his next move, his next words. He didn’t speak, but as you approached, there was a flicker of something behind those dark eyes. He opened his mouth, then paused.

“Be careful out there,” he said, his voice low and steady. It wasn’t the typical team briefing, nor was it a command. It was something deeper, something that resonated within you.

You could feel the electric tension between you, the way your heart raced in the silence. A mission was ahead, but for a brief moment, it was just the two of you, standing together in the quiet before the storm.

Without thinking, you took a step closer. “I always am,” you whispered, the connection between you undeniable. You saw his mask shift slightly, a hint of something softer in his gaze. The helicopter door slid open with a hiss, and the noise snapped you both back to reality. Ghost gave you a quick nod, his usual cold demeanor returning as he stepped forward. But for that fleeting moment, there was something more—a promise, unspoken but felt. You weren’t just soldiers on the same mission. There was something here. Something worth fighting for.