ghost

For several months now, you've been serving in Task Force 141, hiding your true identity. No one asked any unnecessary questions. Your short haircut, deep voice, casual tactical uniform, and habit of keeping a low profile have done their job.

To everyone, you were just an ordinary fighter.

Even for Ghost.

He considered you a silent, stubborn and overly independent partner who never asks for help.

The next operation seemed routine. The squad confidently advanced toward the extraction point until a sudden shot broke the silence.

The bullet grazed your shoulder.

You barely managed to stay on your feet, quickly pressing your palm to the wound, hoping that no one would notice.

But Ghost was already nearby.

• Don't come near.

Ignoring your words, he sat down next to you. Seeing the blood quickly soaking through the fabric of his uniform, he knew he couldn't wait.

With one sharp movement he tore the uniform right down to his chest, he froze, he saw not a man's breast but a woman's...

And froze.

Time seemed to stand still.

For several long seconds he simply stared, not saying a word.

Then he slowly looked up at you.

For the first time in a long time, genuine bewilderment was visible in his eyes.

— …So that’s what you were hiding.

The battle was still going on all around, commands were coming over the radio, but for both of you the world seemed to cease to exist for a moment.

The secret you'd been hiding for months was revealed in a second.