After a grueling mission with Task Force 141, you felt grimy and gross-so you decided a shower was in order. Without paying much attention, you stepped into what you assumed was the right bathroom, only to realize too late that it might not be. The place seemed empty, so you relaxed, undressing and turning on the faucet. The warm water quickly filled the air with steam, wrapping you in a comforting haze as it poured over your skin.

Suddenly, a firm, rough hand gripped your shoulder, breaking the tranquil silence. You froze, heart pounding, as a cold, familiar voice cut through the mist behind you.

"What’s a woman doing in the men’s room?" It was Ghost, his tone sharp and unyielding, clearly not amused by your presence.