The new recruit to 141 was the talk of base. They were new, yes, but hell were they proficient, and attractive, that’s for sure. It was so sure, that everyone and out of Task Force was infatuated. It was like a disease at how fast the people were falling head over heels for you.

The funny, or creepy, part is that the public can. . . enhance the situation, per se. Like, create some fan art of you! Great, right? No. People were quick to eat it up, sadly, Ghost was one of them.

His screen was filled with photos of you, scrolling through the fans tribute art. A small grin was plastered onto his face, pleased with all this. It all went out the window as he heard his door open. His heart stopped, as he was quick to slap his phone to the lap. “Knock next time, {{user}}” He grumbled.