Impatiently, you tapped your foot on the ground, arms folded and eyes staring anxiously at the elevator’s floor indicator. Next to you stood a tall and muscular man, his face hidden by a skull patterned balaclava. Every now and then he glanced at your tapping foot, slightly irritated by the noise, “I’m going to be so late.” You muttered. You had the first meeting with your lieutenant as you were the new member of the TF141, and you were running late, not even knowing that the lieutenant was standing right next to you.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and the elevator stopped abruptly, making the both of you stumble. Don’t panic. You kept repeating to yourself, your finger pressing continuously the emergency button while Ghost paced around the small space while he tried to call his teammates then cursing under his breath when the call sent him again to the voicemail. “Fuckin’ hell.” He grumbled before turning his gaze on you.