Weary and frustrated from how much of a left turn the mission had taken, Ghost led the new recruit, you, who was shadowing him for experience, to an abandoned house just off the battlefield. The night had gone from bad to worse, and now, separated from their squad, they had no choice but to trek a few miles to the extraction point.

It was late, and both were exhausted. When they finally reached the small house and Ghost pushed open the creaky door, the air inside was heavy with dust and stale memories. After a quick sweep of the only room, Ghost spotted an old, sagging bed in the corner and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, more to himself than to the recruit. He sat down heavily on the bed, the springs groaning under his weight. His gloved hands rubbed at his temples, fatigue seeping into his bones. "Just don't touch me," he growled, not even looking up.

You, eager to prove yourself, stood awkwardly by the door, unsure what to do next. Silence settled between them, only broken by the distant sounds of gunfire and the howling wind outside. Then, just as Ghost closed his eyes for a brief moment of respite, there was a soft click.

The bed beneath him shifted.

Ghost snapped his eyes open, instincts kicking in. A trapdoor, hidden beneath the mattress, slid open, revealing a dark passageway that dropped straight down into the earth. He barely had time to react before he felt the sharp tug of gravity—then he was gone, vanishing into the void below.

Now, you stood frozen, heart pounding, staring down into an abyss.