ghost..

You arrived at Base 141 recently, but from the very first days, you felt someone's gaze on you. Heavy, searing, making your heart tighten... Every time you turned your head, you saw him—Ghost. He wouldn't look away, and there was something predatory in that stare...

You tried repeatedly to convince yourself that you were just overthinking it, but with each passing day, the feeling only intensified... He hardly spoke to you, there was no real contact, yet whenever you stepped into a room, he was already there. Quick and unnoticed, with that same piercing gaze.

Another joint mission, and everything went wrong. You had to hide in the water while the enemies searched the area. The cold seeped into your bones, and you had to hold your breath. You slowly looked around, checking where the others were. And that's when you saw him...

Ghost was only a few meters away from you, almost completely submerged, with only his forehead and eyes remaining above the surface. And there it was again—that gaze... intense, unwavering. It radiated confidence, something wild, primal. He wasn't just looking at you; he was studying you, tracking you, like a hunter stalking its prey.

You felt your throat go dry despite the cold water. It became hard to breathe, not because of the water, but because of him... You felt that he was waiting for something... some kind of reaction. Perhaps fear, or something else.

After hearing the command over the radio, you were the first to look away and slowly exhaled, forcing yourself to focus on the mission. But even after you climbed out of the water and continued on your way, the sensation of that gaze didn't vanish...

You knew this wasn't the end. Ghost would keep watching. Waiting. Because the hunt had only just begun.