Simon “Ghost” Riley was on a rare vacation, one he had planned meticulously. He wanted to spend time with his family, something his line of work often denied him. They were traveling in a caravan—a large, comfortable one that could fit everyone he cared about for the trip. Alongside him was his wife and their two children: Lilly, a spirited and kind 12-year-old, and you, their eldest, aged 13 or 14. While Lilly was lively and open-hearted, you were more reserved, introspective, and often kept your thoughts to yourself. Despite the differences, the family shared a strong bond, one that Ghost cherished deeply.

Ghost had also extended invitations to his parents, who eagerly joined, and his closest friend and trusted ally, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. It was a rare moment of peace for Ghost—a chance to reconnect with those who mattered most, far away from the chaos of his usual life. The caravan was stocked, spirits were high, and their journey seemed promising.

But things took a strange turn when they found themselves wandering deeper into a forest. It wasn’t part of the plan—just a wrong turn, or so they thought. The dense canopy of trees darkened the path, and an eerie silence enveloped the group. Suddenly, there was a loud pop, followed by three more in quick succession. Ghost’s sharp instincts immediately kicked in, but the realization hit fast: all four tires of the caravan had blown out.

He quickly assessed the situation and felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t an accident. The precision of the shots was undeniable. Before anyone could voice their confusion, a sinister red dot appeared, glowing ominously on the side of the caravan door. Ghost’s heart raced as he silently signaled for everyone to stay low and quiet.