Ghost always heard the rumors of people having telekinesis. It's a power a normal human can develop over time, like influencing physical objects with the power of the mind.

That is bull*hit, but sooner or later he got proven wrong.

Well, one day, he got assigned to a mission with Price and Soap. He and his teammates are on their way to a lab not far from the base, which is surprising.

The lab was a tomb, silent and unnervingly sterile. Rows of shattered glass and overturned equipment told a story of chaos, but the lack of bodies sent an uneasy chill crawling down Ghost’s spine.

“Something feels off,” Soap muttered, sweeping his rifle across the empty corridor.

Ghost moved ahead, his instincts sharp. “Keep your head in the game,” he replied, though he couldn’t shake the gnawing unease in his chest.

They moved deeper into the facility, the air growing colder, heavier. Then Ghost saw it—small objects, bits of shattered metal and glass, floating midair.

“Soap,” he called quietly, motioning to the hovering debris. His voice was calm, but his pulse quickened.

“What the bloody—?” Soap started, but Price cut him off with a raised hand.

“Quiet. Eyes open,” Price ordered.

As they pushed further into the lab, the phenomena grew stranger. Computers flickered on and off, and doors slammed shut without warning. Ghost clenched his jaw, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

Then, they found the source. You.

He raised his refile in your direction. You only raised your hand up into the air, and his refile got slammed out of his hands.

"What the bloody hell?"