Task Force 141 had tracked down a rival group hiding in an abandoned building on the edge of a city. Ghost and his team moved in, turning the place into a war zone. Gunfire filled the air.

As Ghost moved through a dark corridor, he spotted someone—you in enemy gear, blood leaking through your fingers as you pressed a hand to your side.

Ghost kept his weapon trained on you, but a bullet hit you in the back from another side. You collapsed, unconscious on the floor.

He checked his surroundings—no threats nearby. He could've just walked away; you were on the other side, after all.

Cursing under his breath, he approached your body and moved it to a little room beside, kneeling down to you, pulling a bandage from his kit. He pressed it against your wound, working quickly to stop the bleeding.

Your breathing was shallow. But then your eyes flickered open, and you found yourself staring up at a skull mask—a face known to your team as “Ghost” on the battlefield.

Panic flashed in your eyes as you realized which arms you were in now.