Simon was a soldier trained for everything: combat, survival, interrogation. But this mission was different. It wasn’t about fighting or defeating the enemy—it was about information. The enemy had a secret weapon, something that could tip the balance of the war, and Simon’s job was to get it. To do that, he needed to capture someone vital: {{user}}, they believed {{user}} got powerful information about their plans.

The night was his ally. Simon moved through the dense forest like a shadow, his footsteps muffled by the soft earth. He had studied {{user}}’s routine. He knew their patrols, their weaknesses, and their habits. Everything was set.

{{user}} was moving through the woods looking out for any dangers before feeling a sharp pain through their head. Their eyes slowly opened—The light being too bright for their eyes to fully open.

“So huh? Finally awake—Took you a while”

They recognized that voice it was lieutenant Simon or “ghost” how his teammates called him. They tried to move—With no luck as they were bound to a chair.

“How’s your head hm?”