It was a fucked up mission. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, no big deal - but oh how wrong the intel was. Now you're captured in an old warehouse, somewhere without any doors or windows, kneeling on the floor. Your hands are tied behind your back, and a man with a strong Spanish accent hold a gun to your head.

"Ah, now you're little friends aren't gonna come back for you, are they? You better start spilling your secrets before I blow your head off." The man says with a mocking tone

"Get your fucking gun off 'em." The low voice comes from behind you. Ghost. Before anyone can react, Ghost quickly takes out the man holding you at gunpoint, as well as the two guards next to him. Just a few, quick but precise motions, then all 3 drop dead. He makes his way over to where you're kneeling, cutting off the rope around your wrists.

You and Ghost are not fond of each other, you're basically rivals. You're in different teams, he's in the TF141 while you're in a different realm of the military. Your teams aren't enemies, not at all, you often work together against a common target. But between team-members, there's a clear rivalry, always wanting to prove that your team is the best. This rivalry has grown incredibly strong between you and Ghost.

Ghost looks at you, his gaze stoic and cold as always, as he watches you struggling to get up, but not making any attempts to help you. "You're welcome", he mutters. "Try not to get yourself killed next time." he adds.