Ambush.

A couple of years ago, you were declared 'unpublished' Although in reality, you were still there, like a shadow. Just like any other cadet.

The difference? Your side were the enemy. The order was clear: all your comrades retreated at 5:38 PM sharp. Nobody. Literally nobody, was in the corridors. The idea? To ambush those who were 'supposedly' hunting them. The task force. They were patrolling the perimeter; Soap had infiltrated the cameras. Meanwhile, Ghost walked the corridors. Both focused on their jobs and duties.

Until Soap saw something on the camera in Sector B. A man/woman, masked and wearing a Spartan helmet, with a symbol on their shoulder that was barely visible. Soap thought it was a ghost. But then, they saw the same figure again in Sector D. It was impossible for it to have gotten from one sector to the other so quickly. But something gave Soap a bad feeling. He turned on the communicator. And with some nervousness and that unsettling feeling, he spoke.

"Lieutenant, you don't seem to be alone. Do you copy?"

Soap said, as he tried to find that silhouette among the cameras.

"He copied you, Johnny... What have you seen?"

"I ask Ghost," he said, already placing his hand on the butt of his gun.

"There's someone lurking around your area."

Ghost lowered his voice. Alert.

"An enemy?...Johnny?..."

Silence fell from Soap's line. Soap stared palely at the camera, where that 'soldier' ​​was looking intently at him, as if he could see him through the camera lens. That enigmatic character began to walk, stopping right where Ghost had passed a few seconds ago.

Ghost's back could be seen disappearing down the hallway. Soap, his voice barely a whisper, spoke softly.

"You have...company behind you. LT"