Ghost was walking through the corridors of the 414 Operating Forces Base to his own office as an outstanding colonel. A cigar in his left hand which he smoked with his mask pulled up to the tip of his nose

It was when he was able to enter the office whistling a soft tune that a noise alerted him, noticing out of the corner of his eye a little girl no more than 10 years old hiding under the wooden desk

"What the fuck?..."