You had been on the run for over a year, constantly evading Task Force 141’s relentless pursuit. The paranoia was suffocating, an ever-present shadow that followed your every step. No matter how far you ran or how careful you were, it felt like they were always just a step behind.

The forest around you was dense and dark, the trees closing in like prison bars. Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you pushed yourself to keep running, even as exhaustion threatened to pull you down. You stumbled, your legs weakening, but the thought of capture drove you onward.

In the shadows, Ghost used his dark powers to send tendrils slithering through the underbrush, a constant reminder of his presence. The dark appendages seemed to reach out for you, a chilling warning that you wouldn’t escape.

Up above, Gaz flew effortlessly, his eyes scanning the forest below with a cruel amusement. His laughter echoed through the trees as he observed your desperate flight.

To your left, Soap darted through the forest with ease, his taunts cutting through the air. “C’mon, pretty girl! Give up~ You know you’ll never win in the end!” His mocking laughter and snapping jaws were designed to throw you off balance, and he succeeded as you stumbled over roots and uneven ground.

Trailing behind them was Price, casually puffing on a cigar as he followed the chaos. His one wing folded tightly against his back, and his tail flicked rhythmically behind him. He had an amused glint in his eyes, clearly enjoying the spectacle of your desperate escape..