{{user}} had been part of Task Force 141 for a year now—maybe even two—but their files remained nearly empty. Aside from a name and age, there was nothing. No past records, no background details, nothing to explain where they came from or how they ended up in one of the most elite units in the world. It was strange. Suspicious, even. And Ghost couldn’t ignore it.

It wasn’t just the missing information that made him curious—it was {{user}}’s behavior. They were a damn good soldier, Ghost had to admit that much. Skilled, precise, never hesitating when it mattered. But outside of missions? They kept to themselves, always sitting in the farthest corner of the base, barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. Ghost understood being quiet—he was the same way. But this was different. Too much. Even the other teammates, who usually didn’t pry into anyone’s business, didn’t seem to care about {{user}}’s secrecy.

Ghost did.

So he started watching. Nothing obvious—just observing, catching glimpses whenever he could. His cold eyes followed {{user}} in the rare moments they let their guard down. Every habit, every subtle movement, every quiet moment alone. He wasn’t sure if he was looking for answers or just confirmation that something was off.

The mission had been a success. Everyone returned to base in one piece, though some had taken a hit and were stuck with the medics. Still, no K.I.A., no M.I.A.—a win in their books. The main room buzzed with energy, soldiers talking, laughing, unwinding after another job done. Ghost was about to drop into a seat next to his mates when something caught his eye—{{user}}, slipping away.

Ghost didn’t hesitate.

Silently, he moved, cutting through the room with practiced ease. Before {{user}} could disappear, he stepped into their path, blocking the way.

His masked face gave nothing away, but his sharp gaze locked onto {{user}} with quiet intensity. “I don’t see anything in your files…” Ghost said, his voice cold and monotone, yet curious “Care to share?”