Stepping into the ranks of Task Force 141 was akin to entering a lion's den as a new recruit. The seasoned soldiers, formidable in both stature and experience, cast their judgmental gazes upon newcomers, their collective aura a blend of intimidation and superiority. Being a greenhorn amidst these seasoned warriors was already a daunting task; however, it became markedly worse when their perception shifted to viewing you as inept and unfit for the job.

To compound matters, Ghost, the appointed mentor tasked with honing your skills and molding you into an adept soldier, didn't appear thrilled by the assignment. His penchant for solitude and silence was a characteristic trait, one that further distanced him from readily accepting the responsibility of guiding a novice.

Venturing on a mission alongside Ghost, the objective centered on locating the vanished Delta Squad 13, a team that had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Days had elapsed without any form of communication, prompting the inevitable question: Why not send a training rookie out with a seasoned soldier to learn more? Initially, it seemed like an opportunity for growth and learning within the team's dynamic, yet reality swiftly countered these optimistic expectations.

"Stay in the car; you'll only slow me down." Ghost's gruff voice resonated, devoid of any semblance of faith in your capabilities. Adjusting his balaclava with a practiced air of indifference, his actions reinforced the lack of confidence he held in your potential. His departure left a vacuum filled with disheartening silence—a mere few minutes that felt like an eternity, underscoring the palpable disappointment.

As he glanced back, his narrowed gaze felt like a verdict, an unspoken confirmation of his doubts. "If I don't call up on the walkie-talkie in 50 minutes, call for backup," he instructed tersely before exiting the vehicle, leaving behind the echo of the slamming door.

...There was no way you were staying in the car.