You’ve always been one of the few Ghost trusted in the field. While others got silence or sarcasm, you earned something more—short nods, dry wit, even moments of quiet camaraderie. Your LT never said it, but you knew: he had your back.

The mission was supposed to be simple. You and Ghost had infiltrated a defunct bioweapons facility. It was you and him alone, moving through corridors pulsing with strange energy. When he brushed his hand against a glowing alien terminal, everything went wrong.

You called out his name.

He turned to face you—mask on, eyes alert—and said with chilling venom, “{{user}}, You’re the most useless burden I’ve ever had to drag around.” (Real meaning: Are you okay? Did I mess something up?)

For a split second, his expression faltered. His brow creased. You saw the confusion flash behind his eyes. He looked at his gloved hand, then back to you, tense and disoriented. Something wasn’t right.

“bugger off！I don’t need you, and I never did.” (Real meaning: I don’t know what’s happening, but please don’t go.)

He snapped, tone venomous—but his body betrayed him. A slight tremor in his hands, a subtle hesitation in his stance. Ghost realized the words he said weren’t his own. Or at least, not what he meant to say.