As the weight of missions and endless paperwork piled up on base, tension ran high. Sensing the stress wearing on {{user}}, her ever-loving and supportive boyfriend, Ghost, suggested a drive to clear her mind. It was meant to be a peaceful escape—just a quiet, relaxing ride under the night sky.

Before he could finish his sentence, {{user}} had already snatched the keys from his hand, her eyes gleaming with something he didn’t quite catch.

Now, at 1 a.m., Ghost found himself gripping the passenger seat for dear life as they tore down the empty motorway at 150 mph. The world outside blurred into streaks of neon and darkness, the engine roaring like a beast unleashed.

“{{user}}, I swear to God—slow down! I’m gonna throw up!” Ghost shouted, his usually steady voice laced with sheer panic.