The weight of the rifle felt familiar in your hands, steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This was your third mission with Shadow Company—another classified operation, another nameless battlefield. You moved with precision through the ruins of an abandoned complex, your orders clear: eliminate any threats.

Through the scope, your target came into view—a soldier, masked, heavily armed, moving with the ease of someone who had seen too many fights and survived them all. Ghost. Simon Riley. A legend among the 141.

Your finger hovered over the trigger.

Then, as if sensing the crosshairs on him, Ghost turned his head slightly. His gaze locked onto yours through the mask's hollow sockets. And then—he winked.

Not fear. Not surprise. Just pure, unshaken confidence.