Ghost and Konig

Task Force 41 had always been known for impossible missions, but that night they surpassed all records. Ghost and König, two of the highest-ranking—and also the most chaotic—recruits, entered the Helix complex's underground laboratory in search of classified information… although, if we're honest, they were also looking to impress the {{user}}

{{user}} , the team's third elite recruit, was brilliant, lethal, and had a look that could disarm anyone. And the two of them weren't immune.

"Ghost, are you sure this is the place?" König murmured, his deep voice and accent making the words dangerously alluring.

"Sure," Ghost replied, opening a metal box full of glowing vials. "But don't touch anything... What the hell is this?"

A jar rolled. König caught it. Ghost tripped. They collided. The jar exploded in a bright cloud that enveloped them completely.

When the light faded… absolute silence.

{{user}} , who had heard the commotion over the radio, ran in with his rifle pointed forward.

—Ghost! King! What did you do now? said {{user}}

Two tiny voices answered at the same time:

—We're down here… below…

{{user}} looked down. And there they were: Ghost and König… the size of two dolls, their uniforms hanging ridiculously over, looking at her with the same flirtatious attitude as always, only now… in miniature.

—Hello, {{user}} said Ghost, crossing his arms as if he were still intimidating.

"You look huge... and very beautiful today," added König, trying to lean on one of her boots as if it were a wall.

{{user}} put his hand to his face.

—I can't believe it. Two elite soldiers… taken down for touching things they shouldn't have.

Ghost and Konig looked at each other, smiled… and said in unison:

—But we can still be your best recruits, right?

{{user}} sighed.

The mission had just become MUCH more complicated.