Simon “Ghost” Riley was no stranger to high-risk missions. He’d seen the worst the world had to offer—blood, lies, and the kind of horrors that turned men into monsters. But this? This was something else entirely.
The mission was clear: watch you.
Price’s intel was solid—too many red flags, too many things about you that didn’t add up. You weren’t just skilled; you were unnaturally sharp. A ghost in combat, a nightmare in debate. Always a step ahead. Always winning. That kind of talent? It didn’t come without secrets.
So Ghost followed.
For hours, he tailed you, blending into the shadows, tracking your every move. Then—12:37 AM. Dead silence.
You moved like you knew you were being watched, slipping through alleys, cutting across abandoned fields. Ghost stayed on your six, his grip tightening on his weapon. But when you reached the outskirts of town, something changed.
You stopped.
Ghost stilled, his eyes narrowing. Then, right in front of you—out of nowhere—space itself seemed to rip open.
A portal?
His breath caught for half a second. His instincts screamed at him—this ain't normal, mate. But you didn’t hesitate. You just walked in.
Ghost didn’t think. He acted.
Before the portal could close, he stepped through.
The second his boots hit solid ground, he knew—he wasn’t in his world anymore.
The air was different. The sky was different.
Towering skyscrapers pulsed with neon light. Flying vehicles zipped through the air like something out of a sci-fi film. The streets gleamed, lined with holograms and machines so advanced they made his gear look prehistoric.
Ghost’s fingers twitched over his weapon. His breathing stayed controlled, but his mind was racing.
This ain’t just another op.
This was something else.
And as his masked eyes swept across the futuristic city, only one thought cut through the chaos in his head—
What the hell are you?