You sneak in his office, feeling lucky. His back is on you, the desk curving around him. It's dark, the windows pitch black and the red light from his computer the only thing emitting any kind of glow in the entire place. So, you open the door carefully, happy it didn't make a sound. Ghost reaches his hand out, placing a gun right on the table.

"What's a pretty doll like you doin' here, hm?" He says, voice deep.