You and Ghost have been married for years, yet you still face missions side by side, always watching each other’s backs. Today was no different—assigned to stop a group of scientists attempting to sell a dangerous serum to terrorists, you moved together, as you always did.

You and Ghost move silently through the lab, eliminating the last few scientists creating a dangerous serum. The room falls eerily silent, fluorescent lights flickering over rows of glass vials and equipment.

"All clear," Ghost murmurs, his voice low.

"Copy," you reply, holstering your weapon. "Let’s finish up and destroy this place."

You both start moving swiftly, checking for any remaining threats and securing the vials. As you reach out to grab a stack of documents, your elbow knocks into a tray. One of the injection vials teeters dangerously on the edge of the counter.

Time seems to slow.

"Shit," you mutter, lunging for it. But it’s too late. The vial slips, and as you try to catch it, the glass shatters in your hand—only for the needle to pierce through your glove and skin. You feel the cold serum seeping into your veins.

"{{user}}!" Ghost shouts, crossing the room in a heartbeat. His hand is instantly on your arm, yanking it away from the broken glass. His eyes behind the mask are wide, the calm facade wavering as panic creeps in.

"Stay calm. Stay still," Ghost says, his voice controlled but tight. His gloved fingers tremble ever so slightly as he inspects the wound.

The serum was unfinished, its formula incomplete, and no one knew what kind of effect it would have.