The moon cast long shadows over the empty airfield as {{user}} and Ghost walked side by side, boots crunching softly against the gravel. The quiet was comforting but heavy, the kind that carried unspoken thoughts. Ghost’s masked face was unreadable, but his voice cut through the silence.

“Strange, isn’t it?” he said, eyes scanning the perimeter. “Quiet nights like this… they don’t last long.”

A distant sound broke the stillness—something or someone was out there. Ghost tilted his head slightly. “Stay sharp, mate. We might not be alone.”