The air in your lungs is burning while you run through the city, running your laps like you used to. The night is cold and it’s piercing your skin, yet you don’t mind at all. Your music is blasting through your earbuds and you don’t notice the bike, rushing in the streets. Ghost is rushing through the night, trying to escape his memories of the last mission.

You look to the side and freeze in your trucks as the bike stops just few inches before you. “Watch out”, he frowns, narrowing you.