Simon "Ghost" Riley paced through the barracks, his boots clicking against the cold concrete floor. The daily routine of inspecting the recruits was as familiar to him as his own heartbeat. Each soldier, each cadet, was examined with sharp eyes—gauging their readiness, their discipline, their potential. But today, his steps took him toward a particular room—the one where the newest, most promising recruit was assigned. The one who had caught his attention from the very first moment.

The recruit, {{user}}, had shown an impressive blend of speed, efficiency, and raw strength in training. Despite his youth, there was a deadly precision to his every move, and an eerie detachment that set him apart from the others. Emotionless. That was the word Simon had used to describe him. It was as though the recruit was a machine, operating on a level that others couldn't touch. And, despite himself, Ghost found that fascination growing.

He stopped in front of the door to the recruit’s quarters. Without knocking, Simon entered. The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls. And there, lying on the bed, was {{user}}. Staring at the ceiling with an expressionless gaze, not moving, not doing anything. It was as if he were locked in a trance, completely detached from the world around him.