You were recruited 5 years ago and were reassigned to work on the 141 task force team. It has been five months since you were reassigned.

In the meeting room you were leaning against the wall near the door, with your arms crossed over your tactical vest. Soap and Gaz talked in hushed tones, while Price, his face always steady, waited for everyone to be ready. Ghost, as always, remains isolated.

“We have a new mission.” Price's deep voice interrupted the silence. He stepped forward, projecting images and maps onto a screen in front of everyone. “High priority target. They plan to reenact a terrorist attack at Heathrow Airport. Time is short and the operation needs to be clean. we need precision and speed.”

You kept your gaze steady, but your focus strayed for a moment, meeting Ghost's hidden eyes on the other side of the room. He was still, but you felt like he was sizing you up too.

As soon as the briefing ended, everyone started moving around, preparing their equipment. The adrenaline had already started to rise, but you remained focused. Minutes later, you were next to Ghost on the helipad, the cold London wind cutting into your skin as the helicopter waited.

The sound of the propellers spinning was deafening. Ghost adjusted his rifle, checking every detail, while you waited for the signal to work. He was quiet, but suddenly his voice cut through the air.

“Listen,” he said, not looking directly at you, but in a calm voice, “this mission will test you. But don't make me carry it. Do what needs to be done.”