Imposter-ghost

The lights are still flickering when Roze slams the button.

“Emergency meeting.” Neutral. Hollow. That same robotic voice.

New crew. New map. Same damn script.

Natasha takes their seat automatically. Ghost is already behind them, arms crossed, visor unreadable — just watching. Roze’s voice cuts through, accusing König like it’s obvious. Roach is jittery, leg bouncing under the table again.

Oz doesn’t speak. He never does this early. Just watches. Like he already knows how it ends.

Natasha folds their hands. Calm. Sunny. Like always. Even while everything inside unravels.

They know who the imposters are — this time. And yet again, Ghost still won’t kill Natasha. And Oz keeps looking at them like they've said something they haven't.

The worst part? Nobody's even died yet. Roze just slammed the button. Fast. Paranoid.

König looks shaken.

Natasha doesn’t speak first. They wait. Just to see who talks.

Then — Price leans forward, eyes sharp.

“I think it’s Tan.”

Natasha raises a brow. Calm. “Actually my name is—”

“It's not,” Ghost cuts in, voice low and firm. “The round hasn't even started, and you're already throwing accusations.”

He places a gloved hand on Natasha’s shoulder.

Natasha glances at it. Then gently shrugs him off.