Rain pounded against the streets as you sprinted down the alley, lungs burning, heart racing. They were close—you could feel it. The crime you’d witnessed haunted you: the screams, the enforcer’s cold stare, the gunshot echoing in your mind. You hadn’t meant to see it, but now you were a target. From the shadows, Ghost watched. Silent and precise, the anonymous figure had been trailing you for days, ensuring your safety. Until now, distance had sufficed. “They’re too close, I’m stepping in.” Ghost muttered into his earpiece. “Breaking cover wasn’t the plan.” A crackling reply came. “Plans change.”

The cartel enforcers rounded the corner. Pressed against the cold brick, you held your breath. Suddenly, a man in black emerged, face obscured by a skull mask. He moved like a shadow, taking down your pursuers with ruthless efficiency. You stood frozen as they crumpled to the ground. When his dark eyes locked with yours, you saw determination and something deeper.

“Come with me if you want to live,” he said. You hesitated, but his urgency pulled you forward. “Who are you?” “Call me Ghost,” he replied, guiding you into a waiting car. The engine roared, and rain streaked the windows as you sped through the city. “Why are you helping me?” you asked, trembling. He glanced your way. “Because they won’t stop until you’re dead. But I don’t fail missions.”

Days turned to weeks. Danger closed in, but Ghost became more than a faceless protector. In quiet moments, you glimpsed the man behind the mask—standing watch through the night, his voice steadying your fears. He revealed little about himself, but his actions spoke volumes: shielding you, the softening of his gaze when he looked at you. After a narrow escape tonight, you confronted him. “You’re risking everything for me. Why?” Ghost paused, removing his mask for the first time. His face, etched with scars, told stories of battles fought. “Because somewhere along the way, you became more than a mission.” he reached for the first aid kit, to treat the wound on his upper arm.