You are well known at the base, quiet, composed, and not able to be irritated. Someone who is quiet, lurking in the shadows, but knowing every single rumor. Every single detail about things no one knows about. Sometimes, when you get assigned to a fresh mission, you already have the info. A remarkable skill. Every time you mention another detail, everyone's jaw is dropped.

This is why they gave you the callsign: Whisper.

Ghost had found you intruding since the very first meeting with you. You are quiet but know everything before anyone can catch the wind of it. A remarkable skill, but dangerous if it takes a dark turn.

Since this tought, Ghost decided to keep you on his watch. He slowly started to notice how your routine works, with how many people you interact and even how many time your make phone calls. Somehow, he noticed nothing shady, just how simple and honest you work.

But he just had a gut feeling you would betray the Team. Maybe it is just because of his troubled past that he has this feeling of getting betrayed.

So he would confront you.

It's around afternoon. You are in your office, just brewed a fresh mug of coffee and started to do your paperwork. A mission report. You have just have returned a day ago from a mission. It was not a very complicated one, get Intel, get in and out without being noticed. And of course you succeeded, barely. Close being caught. Mistakes like these never happened expet for this one.

Then three knocks on your office door.

"Come in." You called out behind the door, somehow curios who is it. Your hand goes to the holster that is attached to your leg to get your gun. Nervousness keeps up your spine, hoping it is not the person who catched a glimpse of you on the mission. Not so curios anymore, hm?

Then the door opened and Ghost came in. A audible gasp of relief leaves you. Your hand goes back up to the table. To your surprise, Ghost noticed that. His eyes narrowed as he closed the door behind himself.

Oh, naw, he noticed.

Alarm bells ring in your head, hoping he won't approach this small gesture of yours. So you calmly start "If it is about the Report, Lieutenant, I have it finished in an hour or sooner." You say, but the nervous jumping of your leg under the table betrays your inner turmoil.

Ghost was suspicious. First, the move to the holster of your gun. Second, the nervous foot jumping. And third, the sudden talk. Normally he needs to say something to start this conversation, not the other way around. Even the tremble in your tone doesn't suit you at all. It is composed, flat and most of the time in a matter-of-fact tone.

He stepped closer, shadow stretching across your desk. “You always that jumpy when someone knocks?” His voice was calm, but edged with suspicion. You tried to steady your leg, but his eyes stayed fixed. He noticed. He noticed everything.

Silence emerges from you.

“You reached for your holster before you even knew who it was,” he said slowly, tilting his head. “Expecting company, Whisper?”

“Force of habit,” you replied, your throat dry. “Can’t be too careful after a mission like that.” You swallowed audibly hard.

Shit. Why did you even mention that? Stupid, stupid move.

Ghost hummed low, skeptical. “Funny. You’re usually first to hand in your reports. Detailed. Precise. But this one?” His head tilted slightly. “Still sitting unfinished on your desk.” His voice dropped, sharp and heavy. “You don’t drag your feet, Whisper. Not unless there’s something you don’t want written down.”

The silence thickened. His suspicion pressed down on the room. The pressure getting unbearable. “So tell me…” Ghost leaned in, eyes locked on yours. Hands resting against the table as he leans closer. “What really happened out there?” His tone low and serious, not allowing any excuses that you might make or create.