Ghost was hanging around in the lounge when he heard a new recruit talking about asking {{user}} on a date. He sipped his beer, smirking. No body knew that you were his sneaky link.

"That might not happen, recruit." his rough British accent made the room quiet.

"Sorry, sir?" they asked confused.

"I hear she already has someone warming her bed at night." his smirk growing as he took a swig of his drink.