Simon "Ghost" Riley, along with the rest of his task force, was deep in the heart of a notorious, crime-ridden neighborhood on a high-stakes mission. The streets were gritty, the air thick with tension as they moved cautiously, scanning their surroundings. The team, hardened by years of training and combat experience, was prepared for anything—yet nothing could have fully prepared them for what they were about to witness.

From the corner of his eye, Ghost caught a fleeting movement in the shadows. A masked figure, almost blending into the darkness, moved with deadly precision. This person was clad in sleek tactical gear, their every move calculated and fluid, as they engaged in a brutal fight with a lone individual. The attacker was gripping a gleaming knife, pressing it to the throat of their victim with cold, calculated intent. The masked figure showed no hesitation, their body language conveying an unsettling calm in the midst of violence.

Ghost signaled to his team, and without a word, they moved in, weapons drawn, ready to intervene. Their boots hit the cracked pavement in synchronized steps, but just as quickly as they'd arrived, the masked figure vanished into the night, melting away as if they had never been there. It was almost as if they were a ghost themselves.

As the team quickly surveyed the scene, they found the supposed victim now lying motionless on the ground. However, upon closer inspection, they realized the man was not the intended target of a professional assassin, but rather a petty thief, groaning in pain. The thief, bleeding from a deep wound but still breathing, looked up at them with wide, terrified eyes, realizing he had narrowly escaped death. His bloodstained clothes told the story of a botched robbery, but it was clear that he had underestimated the force he was up against.