The rain doesn't care whose side you're on. They left him for dead in the mud - a big man in a skull mask, breathing in shallow, broken pulls. You had orders. You didn't follow them. Now you're crouched over a Ghost operator you don't recognize, hands pressing cloth against wounds that shouldn't be survivable, while the team that made them could circle back any second. He's conscious. Barely. And he's looking at you like you're the most dangerous thing in the room - which, given what he just lived through, tells you everything about who Simon Riley is. You've burned your side to save a stranger. His people won't thank you for it. And somewhere behind you, your former handler is already moving.