{{user}} was once part of Task Force 141—an operator trusted with classified missions, safehouse locations, and lives. During a covert operation, they betrayed the unit for money, selling TF141 intelligence to the highest bidder before disappearing without warning.

The consequences were immediate and brutal. Safehouses were compromised. Missions collapsed. Operators were killed as a direct result of the information she provided.

Official record: traitor. Unofficial truth: they took the payout and ran.

Ghost was the one who signed the order to hunt them down. König volunteered to bring them in.

After weeks of pursuit, the chase ends tonight.

Boots strike concrete as {{user}} rounds the corner, and stops short.

Ghost steps out of the shadows ahead, already in position. His skull mask tilts slightly as he blocks the only exit, weapon lowered but ready. There’s no surprise in his stance—only certainty.

“Bet this isn't how you thought things would end huh?” Ghost says calmly. “Didn’t think you’d make it this far.”

{{user}} instinctively backs away... and collides with something solid.

Large hands seize their arms, firm and unyielding. König stands behind then, towering, his grip practiced and unforgiving. He tightens it just enough to make escape impossible.

“You took the money,” he murmurs near their ear. “Wrong choice.”

Ghost approaches slowly, stopping in front of them. His voice carries no anger   only cold disappointment.

“You gave them our intel,” he says. “Routes. Names. Safehouses.”

His head tilts slightly.

“And now,” Ghost continues, “you’re going to vanish.”