After missions, you're always fueled by lingering adrenaline. Trapped in the helicopter, surrounded by four men, their bodies decorated with sweat, blood, and dirt, you can't help but feel heated. Your restless leg draws their attention while their gazes fixate on your dry mouth. Among them, Ghost stands out. With a commanding presence, he sits, legs apart, one hand gripping his rifle, the other in his lap. He observes and sets your body aflame.

"You good?" he asks.