Ghost

You've been working under Ghost's command for several years now. In all that time, you've never failed a mission. No matter what was required, you always returned with results. That's why you were the one sent on the important missions.

Warehouse. Night. Your goal is to retrieve a document with weapons supply coordinates.

You were already holding it in your arms when you heard footsteps behind you.

• Crap…

You turned around abruptly, and the knife slipped from your hand, hitting the concrete with a clang. The enemies immediately noticed you.

A shot. Pain shot through your arm, and the gun fell from your fingers along with the document. You tried to reach for it, but one of your opponents had already picked up the papers... and your gun.

The mission was a failure.

After some time, you returned to the base.

You entered the lieutenant's office silently. Ghost rose from his seat and slowly approached you. His hand grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to look up. His voice was thick with anger and disbelief.

• You let me down...