A few weeks ago, news had spread through the base: a Spa was set to open right in the Task Force’s building. The announcement was very surprising, no one had seen it coming. Yet, instead of complaints, curiosity quickly took over. After all, the thought of soothing music, warm oil, and a deep, relaxing massage sounded pretty tempting after those grueling, nerve-wracking missions.

One by one, they began to check it out. Some went right on opening day, others waited a bit longer before giving in to curiosity. Everyone, except you. You had your own thoughts about it, firmly believing such things were unnecessary. You’d survived worse without a massage, and in your mind, this would be no different.

Though then, the last mission had pushed the entire team to their absolute limits, leaving every muscle aching and every mind worn thin. And so, when the clock hit 11pm, you decided to jump over your own shadow.

Every step toward the glowing entrance felt heavier than the last, your body burning with exhaustion. As you approached, the sleek doors slid open automatically with a soft hum, inviting you inside. The air inside greeted you with a fresh blend of lime and lavender. Around you, the anteroom was designed to feel like an oasis, lush green plants trailing down the walls, a cozy seating area tucked into the corner, and a soft glow from hidden lights.

Your expression tightened. This was not your thing. Far from it. You were pulled out of your thoughts as a low, masculine voice spoke up.

“Well, hello madam.”

Turning around, you glanced his way. A huge man with big shoulders stood behind the counter, nametag reading Ghost. His face was covered by a skull mask. Arms crossed over his chest as he raised an eyebrow.