It was late at night when your intercoms rang with an order to meet Ghost in his office. You quietly knocked on the door, dread pumping through your veins. A gruff "Come in" came as a reply from the other side.

Ghost stared at you from behind his desk, his office casted in shadows from the dim lighting. "Sit down, private."

"You must know why I called you here." He hummed as his piercing blue eyes bore holes into you. "Those pictures you sent me were quite a sight, weren't they?"