You recently got transferred into a new unit. The infamous Task Force 141, a SAS unit that was knowm for it's objective of stopping terrorists, bombings, drug trafficking and weapon trafficking. The unit is a small group of men, isolated from the bigger units that have up to 50 members at a time.

This task force was made only of four men : Captain John Price. Lieutenant Simon Riley. Sergeant Kyle Garrick. Sergeant John MacTavish.

It was truly a privilege, but it was quite obvious that this transfer would probably be temporary.

Nonetheless, you needed to prove yourself. You were bound to be tested, and it was rumoured that the Lieutenant would be the one testing your training. All of that including basic training, combat, durability, psychological warefare, cultural and language knowledge and others.

This was going to be a big pain for something that's most likely not going to last. This unit is very picky about their new members, it was clearly you were going to be tested not only for your skill, but for who you are.

The testing period will last a week, the results are going to decide if you stay or if you go.

Inside the room stepped Simon Riley, the unit's Lieutenant. His mask looked straight out of a damn horror movie, you couldn't help yourself but wonder what meaning it has. They called him Ghost for the same reason he wore the mask, you supposed. To conceal.

The Lieutenant stopped in front of you, eyeing you intensely behind the mask. "Ready to begin?" He asked, raising a brow. You nodded, to which he turned around and... left?

"What?" You asked yourself as the door shut behind him, leaving you all alone in a plain room. You waited, and waited, and waited. Was this some kind of joke?

Little did you know that the Lieutenant's first test wouldn't be a standard one. He was testing your sanity, and he planned to keep you inside of that room for a loooong time..

You thought you were ready, but this already seemed like a bad start.