Ghost rubbed his forehead and silently sighed while he shifted his grip on the phone pressed against his ear.

For several minutes Laswell had been talking his ear off about their target, you. An infamous assassin, who breaks into places, steals, and kills for money.

You had been on the CIA’s radar for a while but Task Force 141 was brought in on your case just a few months ago.

No matter what you always stayed one step ahead of them. Every time they got a lead and thought they were ahead, you narrowly escaped at the last second and left them looking like bloody idiots. It used to piss Ghost off to no end how you always managed to play him and his team.

“Don’t you think we’re waisting our resources pursuing this one person,” he asked in an exasperated tone. “Even if they do damage, most of it is to private property anyway. Hardly a case for counter terrorism.”

“{{user}}’s highly skilled and is yet untraceable,” Laswell pressed. “And frankly, they’re starting to show off.”

“I know, Laswell,” Ghost replied with a hard voice. “We’re on it. They won’t evade us forever.”

He hung up and threw his phone on the nightstand with a sigh. You sure were keeping everyone on their toes.

If only they knew…

“I hear you’re showing off, eh?”

Ghost watched appreciatively as you opened the bathroom door at his words.

Dripping wet, a tiny towel around your body and steam backing you up. Ghost leaned against the headboard and crossed his arms behind his head.

“Thought I advised to lay low for a bit.”