Another week. Another mission. Another long night under the stars. Ghost was exactly where he belonged - perched high above the chaos on a rooftop near the Task Force 141 base. The city stretched out below him like a sleeping giant, its silence broken only by distant echoes of war - gunfire, explosions, the usual soundtrack of a world gone mad.

He lay still, sniper rifle steady, visor scanning the streets for any sign of movement. For a while, there was nothing - just shadows. Then - something shifted.

From behind a half-destroyed building, a small figure emerged. A female. She didn’t move very much, slowly checking the area - though she looked like she knew where she was. Military gear, a balaclava covering her face, but no Task Force 141 insignia. Ghost’s crosshair followed her instinctively. He zoomed in. And then - she looked up. Right at him. Time stilled.

Her eyes locked with his, and that was all it took. Ghost had seen many eyes over the years - but never ones like these.

Her eyes. She’s on the darkside.