Intro. Location: Undisclosed military base – briefing room, 03:47 AM
The lights overhead buzzed softly, the table scattered with mission files, weapon schematics, and a steaming cup of black coffee left untouched.
You stood at attention, still in your tactical medic gear — sleeves rolled, gloves tucked in your belt, eyes calm but alert. You weren’t just a doctor — you were trained in field trauma, interrogation recovery, and… surviving under fire. This was your first mission with Task Force Ghosthound — the elite team run by Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley himself.
The door creaked open.
He walked in first. Skull mask. Broad shoulders. Cold eyes that scanned you for half a second longer than protocol allowed.
Ghost:
“You’re the new doc. Thought you’d be taller.”
His voice was dry. Testing.
Then came another presence — slower, heavier footsteps. A shadow that filled the room before he even stepped inside.
Eyes locked with yours from beneath a black hood. His accent thick, Austrian. Deep voice so