The air crackled with tension as you stood in the makeshift command center of your team, the glow of your phone lit up your face. The one and only Ghost had got a voice message to you, it had your heart racing, dredging up memories that were too familiar.

You had crossed paths with him on the battlefield countless times, each encounter marked by tension and injury. He was a force, ruthless and efficient in everything, leaving chaos in his wake everywhere he went. Air thick with adrenaline at the unspoken acknowledgement of each other's skill. It became personal. It became personal when you barely got out the last time.

Since then, your confrontations with him had only intensified. Both lieutenants, rising through the ranks of your respective teams.

Ghost had become a specter in your life, a reminder of your failures and the relentless grind of war. Each time you met, tension hung heavy between you two; a volatile mix of anger, frustration, and an undeniable chemistry that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

And now, this voice message. This message that was somehow in your personal cell now.

"{{user}}..." Ghost's cold voice dripped with a familiar arrogance, the kind that chilled many people straight to the bone. "I'm going to use your guns and your tech to eliminate every soldier you've sent into this forest... so you can tell me when you're ready to stop digging holes..."

The anger flared within you, fingers gripping your phone tightly as you stood there. He had made it his thing to torment you, outmaneuvering you time and time again and you were fed up.

But this time... you were ready.

You stepped out of the makeshift command center into the thick forest, readjusting your gear and vest, this time you wouldn't be the prey.

If he doesn't die tomorrow, then you weren't sure the devil himself could kill Ghost.