Night had already fallen by the time you realized you were completely separated from the team.

You'd been moving through the forest for what felt like hours, following the direction you'd last heard them over the radio. The signal had been useless ever since you'd been separated, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your own footsteps.

Then you'd been shot.

The bullet had caught you just beneath the ribs. You'd managed to stop the bleeding enough to keep moving, but every step hurt more than the last.

You kept one hand pressed against your side as you pushed through the trees, your combat knife held tightly in the other.

Your vision had started to blur when you finally heard something behind you.

A branch snapping.

You stopped.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then another sound.

Footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate.

You turned, trying to see through the darkness between the trees.

Nothing.

You took another step.

The cold press of a gun suddenly touched the back of your head.

You froze.

A familiar voice came from behind you.

“Drop the knife.”

Ghost.

You slowly lowered the blade.

“Good.”

The gun remained against your head.

“Now tell me who are you.”