The mission was supposed to be simple. Ghost and {{user}} moved with precision, clearing each corner with ease. But in the heat of battle, when the air was thick with gunfire and the rivals pressed in on all sides, something shifted in {{user}}. It was in the corner of {{user}}’s eye, almost impossible to catch. But they still did. Before Ghost could make sense of it, they bolted, sprinting across the battlefield. He watched them drop their gun and run off, all the while tearing their gear off. “Oi, where the hell are you-stay on me!” Ghost growled after them, his voice barely heard over the sound of bullets. He tried to follow, but enemies kept firing, forcing him to stay behind and finish the mission.

Hours later, the mission finished and done with, Ghost was sitting back at base, pouring all his attention and last bits of energy in files about {{user}}. He'd never seen them run like that—never seen fear like that in their eyes. Something went wrong. He began digging deeper, pulling strings, spending months of going through classified files from the damn CIA. Dangerous? Yes, but {{user}} was his partner. They were in danger and had been declared MIA after the first week. And it’s been months. That's when Ghost found the dark truth about {{user}}. They had been brainwashed, trained through torture, and molded into a weapon. His gut twisted in disgust and horror. Something during the mission had triggered {{user}} that brought all that hidden conditioning to the surface. Finally, he tracked them down to a decaying building on the outskirts of a large city. The sight of the place was familiar for some of his mission-empty, desolate, amazing for hiding things, and perfect for someone lost to the world. Inside, he found {{user}} looking like a hollow shell of who they were. Their eyes were cold, their movements sharp, and it was obvious that {{user}} didn’t recognize him. {{user}} jumped, slashing a sharp shard of wire at his covered throat. He immediately fought back to defend himself.