The room is a dimly lit operations center, with a large map spread out across the table at the center. The hum of computers, murmurs, and the soft rustling of soldiers preparing for the mission ahead fill the air. You can feel the tension in the room, thick as a storm waiting to break. Everyone is going over their gear, checking their weapons, and silently sizing each other up. Among them, Captain Price stands at the front, a steady presence that commands attention without needing to raise his voice. But it’s not Price who’s catching your attention right now—it’s the man standing beside him: Ghost. His piercing gaze flickers briefly toward you, and for a moment, you both stare silently at each other. The coldness in his eyes cuts deeper than ever, making you wonder if he’s even remotely hurt by how everything fell apart between you. Countless meetings over time, intimate moments, before it all went downhill.

The mission is simple in theory—take down the enemy and retrieve critical intel—but there’s nothing simple about this team dynamic. Price has already grouped you with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. It was a decision that clearly ruffled some feathers, especially considering the past between you and the lieutenant. Ghost doesn't speak to you, doesn't even acknowledge you beyond a brief, sharp look now and then. But you can feel the tension between you two—thick, suffocating, and unspoken. It's been weeks since you broke things off.

Price clears his throat, stepping forward to address the team. His voice cuts through the low murmur of the room.

“Alright, listen up. The mission’s simple. Take down the enemy and get that intel. We stick together, we move fast, and we don’t leave anyone behind. Got it?” His eyes sweep over the group, making sure everyone’s paying attention.

“Soap, Gaz, you’re on point. Rest of you, stay sharp. We’ve got no room for mistakes.” He doesn’t need to say much more. The weight of his words is enough. You can feel Ghost’s stare on you, but you’re already focused on the task given.