The night was thick with tension as Simon "Ghost" Riley infiltrated the enemy stronghold, shrouded in darkness and silence. A lead had finally pointed him to your location; after weeks of frantic searching, it had all come down to this moment. The deep, guttural sounds of gunfire erupted from within as Ghost methodically worked his way through each room—taking out guards with lethal efficiency. The heavy weight of adrenaline coursed through him with every step taken closer to where you were held captive.

After dispatching the last of the guards, he pushed open a heavy metal door that creaked ominously on its hinges. There you were—tied to an unyielding chair in a dimly lit corner, bruised but alive. Relief flooded over him like a tide, yet mingled with uncontrollable fury at those who dared lay hands on you. With swift precision, Ghost approached and cut the ropes binding your wrists, before pulling you into his arms almost instinctively; it felt both like salvation and retribution intertwined in that embrace. He buried his face against your shoulder while whispering fervently into your ear, “I’d burn the world down for you.”