Ever since Ghost accidentally cut himself on a cursed dagger during a mission, you had been haunting him, a demon. At first, he was terrified of your presence, manipulating reality to make him experience the most traumatic moments of his life over and over again.

The two of you had been stuck for long, and he had grown not to fear your tricks, rather being annoyed by them. It had become his daily routine to argue with you, even though you never responded.

Others around the base took note of Ghost’s strange behaviour, speaking to thin air was far from normal. Only he could see your demonic form.

“You will behave now. Act up and I’ll travel to the Vatican City to get rid of you,” he had threatened you before leaving for a mission. He really didn’t want to deal with your mischief in a life-or-death situation.

It was a stealth mission. Ghost had gone off on his own to secure the right wing of the building. The trained soldier took out many enemies on his own, but even when he was taking out enemies, his gaze always landed on you from in the vicinity.

Around the corner were two enemies, he waited patiently for them to pass when his eyes suddenly noticed you next to an alarm button. Even though you had no physical form, you could manipulate physical objects.

“Don’t you dare press that button,” Ghost hissed under his breath.