Few years back.
After the Paris mission.
Deep inside the forests where the Graveyard base existed like a hidden scar upon the world…
The atmosphere felt colder than usual.
The sky above remained gray.
The sound of metal clashing echoed endlessly from the training grounds where operatives sparred without mercy.
Gunfire occasionally echoed from distant ranges.
Young recruits trained with exhaustion written across their faces while senior operatives watched silently like predators.
And through the middle of all that…
Ghost walked alone.
His black combat boots pressed against the wet stone pathways slowly.
But every single operative nearby unconsciously moved away from his path.
Because something about him felt dangerous today.
Very dangerous.
Not the calm danger they were used to.
Not the controlled Ghost everyone admired and feared.
This felt different.
Like a volcano barely holding itself together.
His face remained expressionless.
But his eyes…
