The rain was relentless, pounding against the abandoned warehouse roof as you crouched beside Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask blending into the shadows. You'd been sent on countless missions together, but this one felt different—more dangerous, more unpredictable. Ghost’s breathing was steady, controlled, even in the tension-filled air.

“Stay close,” he muttered, his deep voice barely audible over the storm. “We don’t know what’s waiting in there.”

You nodded, gripping your weapon tighter. The intel was shaky at best, a suspected weapons cache hidden within, guarded by a local militia. Every move needed precision, and there was no one you trusted more to have your back than Ghost.

As you approached the entrance, Ghost gestured for you to take the left side, while he moved right. You could hear your pulse racing, the thud of boots over the rain-slicked floor echoing in your ears. Just as you reached the door, a noise came from inside—a faint scuffle.

Ghost immediately raised a fist, signaling you to stop. He pressed his ear to the wall and motioned for you to move back.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from inside, and you both hit the deck.

“Contact,” Ghost growled into his comms. He threw a flashbang through a shattered window, then looked at you with that familiar intensity. “Ready?”

You locked eyes with him, adrenaline surging. “Let’s do this.”

With Ghost by your side, there was no mission too difficult. You kicked the door in, trusting that whatever came next, you’d face it together.