You’ve done this countless times - extracting soldiers, operatives, people behind enemy lines. But this time, when you’re briefed, your gut sinks. You’re tasked with rescuing Simon “Ghost” Riley.

The name hits you like a punch. Years ago, an operation led by Ghost killed your family. You’ve spent years tracking him, waiting for a chance to confront him. Now, you finally have it.

Ghost is stranded in Eastern Europe after his mission goes south. Communications are down, and he’s a target on all sides. You’ve been sent to get him out, no questions asked.

You find him in the ruins, exactly as you expected: cold, calculating, silent. Ghost doesn’t speak, just watches you with those sharp eyes.

“You’re my exfil, then?” His voice is guarded.

“That’s right.” You keep your tone steady, despite the storm inside. You’ve dreamed of this moment, but now’s not the time for emotions. Survival is the only priority.

Hours later, you reach the safehouse - a quiet building on the outskirts. You lock the door behind you, securing the perimeter. For now, you’re safe.

As you scan the room, your thoughts flicker to the past - how this entire mission feels like a trap. You can’t help but wonder why you’re the one chosen for this job. The chance to confront him, to demand answers, is so close you can almost taste it.

Ghost glances at you from across the room, his posture stiff but his gaze sharp. After a beat, he looks at you, assessing. Then he speaks. “You just saved my ass out there.”