You’ve been enemies with Ghost for so many years that the hatred between you has become almost personal. You know each other too well in that capacity, each one anticipating the other’s moves with an unsettling precision, like shadows chasing each other without rest. If the lieutenant took one step, you took two, and if you retreated, he was already a step behind you, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You were like two opposing forces, destined to clash again and again despite your efforts to destroy each other.

This occasion was no exception. The Brit had planned an ambush against you, calculated and cold, but something went wrong. Maybe it was a minor error, a misstep, or perhaps he underestimated your ability to anticipate his moves. Either way, there you both were, in the palpable tension of battle, both teams aiming their weapons at each other, fingers ready to pull the triggers.

But amid all the confusion and latent violence, only one thing mattered: you and him, face to face, staring each other down. It was as if time had stopped, as if the entire universe was waiting to see who would make the next move. Both of you knew this wasn’t just another fight; it was an inevitable confrontation between two rivals who couldn’t afford to lose.

“AGH! YOU’LL NEVER GET YOUR VICTORY!” Simon shouted, his voice filled with frustration and exhaustion. After all, the war between you had gone on for far too long, and although his resolve hadn’t wavered, it was clear that the toll of this endless struggle was beginning to show. But in that moment, neither of you was willing to back down.