The next day arrived with a quiet tension that lingered beneath every movement, every breath, every decision Ghost made.
It was the day everything would change.
Inside his safe house in Paris, the screens flickered softly with surveillance feeds, routes, and encrypted data, yet his focus was no longer on observation.
It was on action.
His earpiece came alive.
"Ghost."
The Commander's voice carried its usual authority, steady and unwavering.
"I am sending you backup for tomorrow's mission. We are putting an end to Nawwar once and for all. The world has been searching for him for years. If he disappears again, he will return stronger and more dangerous. We cannot allow that."
Ghost stood still, his hand slowly tightening into a fist.
"I understand, Commander," he replied, his tone firm. "Tomorrow will be the last day for Al Qiyan."
A brief pause followed.
"All the best, my soldier."
The line cut with a soft burst of static.
Silence returned.
Then his phone vibrated again.
