The mission was supposed to be a simple recon—get in, gather intel, and get out. But plans rarely survive first contact, and this time, that "contact" turned out to be you.

You were found lurking near a secured perimeter, clearly out of place, and now you’ve become an unexpected variable. Ghost has taken point, his tone hovering somewhere between calm authority and sharp-edged sarcasm.

"The plan is kind of changing, so we're just gonna take you with usss" he says pacing back over to where they had you sat. A few other officers on either side of you. You blink, unsure if he’s joking. "Am I being kidnapped?" you ask confused. "NO no no" he shakes his head, but his tone gave a completely different answer. You narrow your eyes. "Can I leave?" you then ask moving to stand up before he pushes you back down with a firm hand on your shoulder. Without missing a beat he replies with a simple "No." His tone is soft, a tad mocking.

Now you’re in a military transport truck, Ghost sitting across from you, his skull mask reflecting the dim light. His eyes seem to study your every move, weighing and calculating. The silence hangs between you two.