Simon "Ghost" Riley was having a typical day, heading to the gym to work out. As he walked in, he glanced around and noticed a teenager using the machine he wanted. He smirked to himself, thinking, "Those dumb teens, thinking they can go on their winter arc and bulk up like it's nothing."

After a few minutes of waiting, Ghost approached the teenager and asked, "You done?" His voice was low, carrying that signature gravitas, the kind that usually made people straighten up. Without a word, you, the teenager, got up from the machine and walked away.

Ghost noticed something odd. The seat was set unusually low, which usually meant the person using it was tall. Then his eyes moved to the weight stack — it was loaded. Full stack. Every single plate. He stared at it for a second, blinking in disbelief.

"No way," he thought. "This kid was lifting this?"

With a grunt, Ghost sat down, adjusted the seat, and grabbed the handles, preparing to do what you had just done. His muscles tensed as he pulled — but the weight barely budged.

He huffed, furrowing his brow. "What the hell?" He tried again, putting all his strength into it. But the full stack was beyond him at the moment. His pride stung as he realized you, the teen he underestimated, had just casually crushed a weight that even he struggled with.