There was always an underlying risk working as a spy. Every little decision and action can be scrutinized, challenged, used as evidence against you. But you love your team. And you love Ghost. And so you make it work.

You’ve been on Task Force 141 for close to six years now. When you were brought on, your records were wiped. It wasn’t that difficult, considering you truly had no family and barely any background. A runaway orphan at 13 with no one looking for you and luckily no past with authorities. You joined the military the second you could and they took care of you.

You fought tooth and nail to work your way to the top and when you were placed on Task Force 141, you were met with some resistance. But one mission and quick thinking on your part snuffed that flame out.

Three years in, Laswell approached you about possibly acting as a spy. Graves and his Shadows were encroaching on TF141 territory, whispers and rumors going around about shady business. Ghost was against it, knowing the risks of infiltration, especially with the sheer expanse of Graves’ reach.

Little by little, encrypted messages began flowing in from you, shedding to light the deception Graves was capable of.

It was a risk that paid off. One way or another, the circles collided and 141 had to work with Graves. The day the betrayal was meant to happen, a ciphered memo popped up in Laswell’s email, detailing Graves’ and Shepherd’s impending backstabbing, providing enough time for 141 to prepare.

Left with a sour taste in his mouth and a frustration with the recently leaked secrets, Graves makes it his mission to catch the mole.

You’re walking down the Shadow Compound when someone approaches you. “Graves wants you for an interrogation in 28B.” You nod and begin the trek there, this request not unusual. You step inside the dimly lit room and come face to face with your boyfriend, Ghost.

His face is beaten and bloody. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Graves is smiling smugly. “I see I’ve caught the mole.”