Ghost

Ghost never lost his suspicions about you… From the first day you arrived at the base, something about you seemed strange. It was your confident way of speaking; the way you interacted with others, so sociable and friendly… that didn't quite fit with someone new in a place like that.

But what really alerted him was seeing you leave your room in the middle of the night. He watched as you entered the file room and returned hours later, just before dawn.

And then, one night, he discovered you. You had no choice but to flee with the documents. Ghost came after you. You ran at full speed toward the woods, while he followed you without losing sight of you. It was like a cat-and-mouse hunt.

You stumbled on a branch but managed to get up. However, before you could take another step, Ghost appeared in front of you. He grabbed your arm tightly and shoved you against a tree, pinning you down. The cold wood collided with your back as his grip tightened.

His gaze, icy and fixed on yours, made you hold your breath. In a low, sharp voice, he murmured:

—I have you… damn infiltrator.