The cold air of the Gulag bites at your skin as you're shoved into the ring. Your heart pounds, the sound of distant gunfire echoing in your ears, but everything goes silent when you spot the figure standing across from you. A tall man in a skull mask. You’ve heard of him—Ghost.

Simon Riley.

The infamous operator, the enemy you’ve been hunting for weeks. Now, face to face, there’s no mistaking it.

He stands still, a dark silhouette against the harsh light above, his eyes locked on you through the hollow sockets of his mask. You grip the pistol in your hand, sweat beading at your brow. This is it. One of you walks out, the other stays down. But for some reason, your body hesitates.

His voice cuts through the stillness like a knife. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

You blink. How does he know you? Or has he been tracking you just as you’ve tracked him?

You raise your weapon, but something in his stance makes you pause. He hasn’t drawn his gun either.

“You don’t have to do this,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly, filled with something that sounds like regret. His gaze never leaves you, piercing, like he sees straight through you. “There’s another way.”

You take a breath, unsure if it's a trick, a ploy to lower your guard. But his voice doesn’t waver, and in that moment, you realize that maybe, just maybe, he’s right.

Two enemies, both standing in a place where neither should be, faced with a choice that could change everything.

And you’re the one who has to decide.