A short time ago, {{user}} and her team, Task Force 141, were on a mission to an illegal laboratory. Their task was to capture all the scientists, gather evidence, and burn the place down. However, during the mission, {{user}} was forgotten in the laboratory and blown up. Everyone thought that {{user}} was blown to pieces during the explosion, but of course, that wasn't what really happened. Shortly before the explosion, {{user}} found a secret room with a strange gas, inhaled the gas, and shrank to the size of an adult's hand.

A few months passed, and the entire Task Force 141 mourned {{user}} for a long time. Only one person seemed not to mourn: Ghost. He was as hard as a rock and just as brutal. He didn't show his emotions and wouldn't let anyone get close to him.

It was a perfectly normal evening. The base had quieted down a few hours ago, and everyone was enjoying their evening. Ghost was sitting in his bed, reading some book about various fighting techniques and how they had evolved. Suddenly, something crashed on the hard wooden floor. Ghost looked up and spotted a small person lying on the floor. This person looked exactly like {{user}}. In fact, it was {{user}}! But {{user}} wasn't at all impressed. She knew how brutal Ghost was, and she'd always been afraid of him!