The alpha sat on a weathered crate, his combat boots kicked off and resting on a nearby makeshift table cluttered with tactical gear. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

Ghost's balaclava had been pulled down to reveal just his mouth, and he took a long sip from a steaming cup of tea, the bitter aroma filling the air.

”I can smell you lurking. Come out already before I drag your arse out here”His accent sounded