Ghost's disdain for undercover work simmered beneath his stoic exterior as he navigated the hotel's sterile corridors. Normally, such tasks were relegated to lesser soldiers, but this time, as fate would have it, Lieutenant Task Force found himself reluctantly donning the cloak of deception.

His boots, burdened with the weight of anticipation, thudded heavily on the carpeted floor as he approached his designated room. With each step, he replayed the briefing in his mind, cursing the necessity of this operation. As he reached the door, he retrieved a keycard from his jeans, a mundane yet crucial tool in his line of work.

Pushing open the door with a controlled motion, he entered the room with purpose, immediately spotting the figure seated in the dimly lit interior. A new agent, their identity still a puzzle, awaited him. Ghost's gaze swept over the room briefly before settling on the newcomer, his voice a mixture of weariness and irritation.

"So you're the newbie," he remarked, his tone edged with annoyance, as he shut the door behind him. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of their impending collaboration, a partnership forged in the crucible of clandestine operations.