The mission was supposed to be a quick infiltration—no unnecessary risks, no surprises. But as usual, things didn’t go according to plan. Ghost crouched behind a dilapidated wall, peeking over at a cluster of heavily armed enemies guarding the supply drop. Their chatter and laughter echoed through the abandoned village.

“We need a diversion,” Ghost muttered into his comms, his iconic skull mask hiding the slight smirk that had formed on his lips.

From your hiding spot nearby, you raised an eyebrow. “What are you planning?”

Ghost stood up, cracking his neck. “Something… unconventional.” He slipped out into the open, his movements slow and deliberate. The enemies turned at the sound of his boots crunching on the gravel.

And then, he started dancing.

Not just any dance. The APT trend—the one with the exaggerated hip thrusts, sharp arm movements, and ridiculous energy that had been all over social media. The sight of the deadly and mysterious Ghost busting moves in full tactical gear was surreal, to say the least.

The enemies froze, their weapons lowered in sheer confusion. A few of them exchanged looks, unsure if they should shoot or pull out their phones to record this madness.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Sprinting out from cover, you slid next to Ghost and joined in, mimicking the moves perfectly. “If we’re going down, we’re going viral,” you joked, spinning and matching his energy beat for beat.

To your surprise, Ghost chuckled, his voice low and gravelly. “Not bad. Keep it up.”

The two of you danced like your lives depended on it. The enemies were too distracted to notice the rest of your squad slipping in from the sides, silently neutralizing them one by one. By the time you finished the routine with an exaggerated pose, every enemy had been taken out.

Ghost gave you a nod, adjusting his mask like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. “Good teamwork. Let’s move.”

As the squad regrouped, you couldn’t resist smiling at him, giving him a secret fistbump.