Jason Morgan was never a man to chase phantoms, but when Brad handed him a cryptic message from Montenegro, everything changed. It wasn’t hearsay or grief-induced illusions—it was a name: Britt. That one word ignited a storm Jason had buried long ago. Suddenly, he found himself unraveling a mystery that stretched far beyond anything he imagined, not just involving Britt… but someone thought long dead—Morgan Corinthos.

Jason’s arrival in Europe was fueled by a mix of skepticism and reluctant hope. Every lead, from a torn scarf to abandoned labs and Huntington’s medication, hinted at Britt’s survival. Still, she remained a ghost, always just out of reach. But things took a darker turn when Jason discovered surveillance footage in a deserted monastery-turned-laboratory. The footage showed a man who should have been dead—Morgan, older, colder, standing beside a figure shrouded in shadows: Dalton, a rogue scientist with a history in experimental human manipulation.

This wasn’t just a search for Britt anymore. It was a rescue mission—one with global implications. Jason reached out to Brad directly, using a long-forgotten encrypted line. Brad, shaking and guilt-ridden, confirmed everything. Britt had entered a secret clinical trial hoping for a cure, but she hadn’t understood the depth of Dalton’s madness. When she tried to escape, Dalton had her drugged, isolated, and held hostage.

Worse yet, Brad admitted Morgan was part of it. He’d been taken too.

As Jason tracked down clues—abandoned compounds, experimental vials, encrypted documents with codenames like MB7—he pieced together a chilling picture. Dalton wasn’t just experimenting with medication. He was rewriting identities, manipulating memories, and turning people into programmable tools. Morgan wasn’t dead; he had been erased.

Jason’s search intensified. Through contacts, former WSB agents, and dark corners of Europe, Jason uncovered that Dalton had gone rogue with allies in high places. His reach was deep, possibly embedded within the WSB itself. That’s when Jason found Isla, a nurse on the run, clutching a necklace identical to Britt’s. She revealed that Britt had been seen, weak and sedated, before being moved again for Phase Two—a procedure to wipe her memory completely.

Jason’s pulse quickened. If Britt lost her mind, she’d be lost forever. If Morgan had already been through the process, he might not even recognize his own name.

Then, a chilling message came through an unknown channel: “Don’t trust Brad.”

Was Brad just another pawn in Dalton’s twisted scheme? Jason didn’t have time to decide. A new tip led him to the mountains of Austria. There, drone footage caught sight of a tall man leaving a secured compound. Jason stormed the facility—and locked eyes with Morgan.

But Morgan didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. He looked straight at Jason with no recognition. Controlled. Programmed. Silent.

It broke Jason.

Then the unthinkable happened. Morgan attacked.

His moves were precise, lethal, robotic—trained by someone with terrifying knowledge. Jason refused to fight back. Instead, he called Morgan’s name, reminding him of Port Charles, of Carly, of Sunny, of who he used to be. And in those moments, something inside Morgan trembled. A flicker. A pause. A heartbeat of recognition.

Morgan collapsed. Shaking. Whispering.

“He’s still in my head. Watching.”

That’s when Jason understood. Dalton hadn’t just stolen people—he had created a system of psychological slavery. Morgan was only one of many. Britt was likely another. And if they didn’t stop Dalton now, more would follow.

Then came the revelation that shook Jason to the core: Morgan whispered Britt’s name. She wasn’t just alive. She was with him.

Trapped together. Controlled together. Suffering under the same invisible leash.

But Morgan wasn’t just a victim—he was now a living warning. He spoke of more test subjects, more “ghosts” being built from broken people. Britt had discovered it, tried to escape, and in doing so had sealed her fate. Dalton had kept her alive not out of mercy, but out of necessity. She had become a key to something bigger.

Jason’s fury burned. Dalton hadn’t simply hurt people. He had weaponized them. And Morgan, even in his haze, was terrified not for himself—but for Jason. That fear struck deep. Morgan feared what Jason might become if he kept going. The same chains wrapped around him might one day claim Jason, too.

In a brutal confrontation, Jason faced Morgan again. This time, the fight was vicious. Jason blocked each blow, his heart breaking with every strike. But he never retaliated. He whispered to Morgan, reminded him who he was. Eventually, the programming cracked. Morgan dropped to the floor, screaming, sobbing. “He’s still watching.”

Jason held him, tears in his own eyes.

They weren’t just victims anymore—they were weapons turned survivors. Britt was alive, trapped, but resisting. Morgan was broken, but trying to remember. And Dalton was still out there, hiding, building more.

Jason knew one thing: This wasn’t just about Britt and Morgan now. It was about every soul Dalton had stolen, every ghost he had created. Jason vowed, with Morgan trembling in his arms, that he wouldn’t stop until Dalton’s operation was destroyed, Britt was free, and Morgan was whole again.

The war wasn’t over. It was only just beginning