Simon "Ghost" Riley was caught in a raging fire during a mission in an isolated location. The flames roared around him, consuming everything in their path, trapping him and his team with no clear escape. Thick smoke filled the air, making it nearly impossible to see or breathe. Just when hope seemed lost, a lone figure emerged from the darkness—a stranger, a man with an unreadable expression, walking through the chaos as if the inferno were nothing more than a summer breeze.

Without hesitation, the man moved with calculated precision, pulling Simon and the others from the wreckage one by one. He didn't flinch at the heat, didn't falter as debris crashed around him. It was almost unnatural, the way he navigated the danger without fear. When the last of them was out, he simply leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed, gazing at the destruction with an air of indifference.

Simon coughed, struggling to get his bearings, watching the mysterious man through blurry vision. There was no urgency in his posture, no concern. He didn’t ask for gratitude or recognition—he simply existed in the moment, waiting, just like the rest of them.