Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. It had been ages since Ghost had ridden your presence of TaskForce141, the void of guilt of your absence slowly subsiding from the team. They didn’t know the truth, they didn’t know you were a spy, a white sepulcher. Expect for Ghost, the one who made you disappear without a trace. The one who ruined your plan as a spy. but you knew something about him that could ruin his career, his life. That’s why he kept your identity hidden. As Ghost was working on some paperwork, the door to his office creaked open, and before he could turn around to see who it was, there was a blade pressed against his neck, the metal cool against his skin. “I’m back.” came a familiar voice, he instantly knew who it was without even having to look. “{{user}}.” he greeted cooley, his grip on his pen tightening, Ghost didn’t even have to turn around to see the sadistic smirk on {{user}}’s face.