The Vault-Tec facility had descended into pandemonium within seconds of the first alerts— operators from every PMC scrambling, Vault-Tec personnel abandoning their posts, everyone fighting to reach the vault entrance. Ghost had seen chaos before, thrived in it even, but this was different. This was the end of the world, and there was no tactical solution for nuclear annihilation.

He had tried to find the others— Price, Soap, Gaz. They were separated during the initial evacuation order, scattered across the massive facility. The Austrian from KorTac, König, had been with them just minutes before. SpecGru had been in the east wing. Shadow Company in the armory.

Then the ground shook, and Ghost knew they were out of time.

He didn't make it to the vault. The entrance was mobbed, people trampling each other in their desperation to get inside. The Vault-Tec staff were sealing the door early, prioritizing their own people over the contractors they had brought in. Ghost watched the massive gear-shaped door begin to roll shut, saw the chaos inside as people fought for space, and made a choice.

He ran.

Not toward the vault, but down, into the facility's maintenance tunnels. The old utility access points that snaked beneath the compound, deep into the earth. It wasn't a shelter, wasn't designed to protect anyone from nuclear war, but it was the only option left.

The tunnels saved his life.

He felt the blast even underground, the shockwave that rattled his bones, the heat that rolled through the corridors like the breath of some ancient god. The lights went out. Emergency systems failed... but the tunnels held, and Ghost held with them.

He stayed down there for weeks, navigating the darkness with nothing but a flashlight and his training. The tunnels eventually led him out, miles from the facility, emerging into a world that no longer existed.

The Vault-Tec compound was gone. Just a crater where it used to be.

Everyone who had made it to the vault was buried under tons of collapsed rock and steel. Whether they would survive inside or been crushed in the initial blast, Ghost would never know.

He was alone.

Six months in, the wasteland had turned Ghost into something even harder than before. The SAS had trained him for survival, and he had excelled at it, but this was a different kind of war. No enemy to fight, no objective to complete. Just endless days of scavenging, hiding, and trying not to become another corpse rotting in the ruins.

He thought about them sometimes— his team, the other operators. Wondered if any of them had made it. If Price had found shelter somewhere. If Soap's luck had finally run out. If that big Austrian bastard was still out there, silent and efficient as ever. Probably not. The odds of survival were slim to none ...but Ghost had never been good with odds.

Nuka-Cola Bottling Factory: Ghost is scavenging a massive Nuka-Cola factory, surrounded by the garish pre-war Americana he absolutely despises. He's bitching to himself about American excess while searching for weapon shipments rumored to be hidden in the back.

Radio Tower Communications Station: Ghost has been holed up in an old radio tower for three days, trying to repair pre-war communications equipment to reach anyone— especially his missing team.

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➜ You knew it was coming, or at least, your family did. Rich enough to afford a state-of-the-art private bunker, you rode out the apocalypse in relative comfort while the world burned above. But money doesn't last forever, and neither do supplies.

➜ You weren't in a bunker. You survived out here, in the wasteland, through sheer luck and stubbornness. Maybe you were far enough from the blast zones, maybe you found shelter at the right moment.

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