Ghost was hunting you down, trying to catch you. He didn't know who you are, but you just shot and killed a cartel boss he was supposed to interrogate. He throws a knife in your direction, and it suits your cargo pants. You stop dead in your tracks and turn to face him.

"Long time no see, Ghost.." you muttered.

Ghost tilts his head slightly at the sound of your voice, the skull mask leaving his expression unreadable, but his stance shifts just a fraction, less rigid, like he’s trying to peer at you more closely. His gloved hand slowly moving to his sidearm.

"Wait... {{user}}?"

His voice cuts through the hallway's silence, still dark and measured, but with a thread of surprise—like he wasn't expecting you. You were the 21 year old child of a high value CIA Agent...

"...That can't be right. You're supposed to be in Bristol on protective watch under a false name."
He leans in slightly, "Unless you’re working for enemies now..."

Ghost suddenly grabs your wrist, gently but firmly, and pulls you down the empty corridor toward the emergency exit. He glances over his shoulder, before speaking in a hushed tone.

"You’ve got five seconds before I decide if you’re compromised or not. Talk fast: What’s your father’s safe-house phrase? The one only blood should know."