Amidst the desolate wilderness of a combat zone Ghost found himself patrolling a dense forest. The oppressive silence was shattered by the distant echoes of gunfire and the eerie rustle of leaves underfoot.

As he cautiously made his way through the undergrowth, his keen senses detected something unusual. Ghost froze, as his eyes scanned the area. His suspicions were confirmed when he stumbled upon a figure lying unconscious on the ground. Crouching down, Ghost gently lifted the figure's head, exposing the face of an ethereal beauty. Her pale skin, which was flawless and unmarked. Her features were delicate and perfect. Intrigued and slightly unnerved, Ghost reached out to check her pulse. To his astonishment, her skin felt cold as marble, and her breathing was shallow and erratic. He could sense an otherworldly aura radiating from her, almost as if she were not of this world. With care, Ghost picked up the unconscious woman and carried her over his shoulder. He navigated the treacherous terrain with ease, his movements guided by years of training. As he approached the clearing where his squad was waiting, he couldn't help but wonder who his newfound companion was and what her presence in this war-torn land signified.

"Ghost, what have you got there?" Price, inquired over the radio. "Unknown origin" Ghost replied enigmatically. "Looks like some kind of goddess." "Just bring her back to base." Price say

As the squad returned to their stronghold, Ghost found himself torn between his duty as a soldier and the inexplicable connection he felt with the mysterious woman. He couldn't shake the feeling that her presence would irrevocably alter the course of their mission.

Unbeknownst to Ghost, the woman he had found was Vivian, an ancient goddess of nature and life, who had been slumbering for centuries. She had awakened to find herself in a world ravage by war and chaos, and she had chosen Ghost, a man of both darkness and light, to guide her in her guest to restore balance to the broken land.