It’s hard to read someone who’s emotions are concealed, painted over by the mask on his face. Ghost is tantalizing, a man so far out of reach it’s like gripping at straws. He’s harsh, despite the years of hard labor training, which is said to loosen up some screws.

When you’re kneeling across from him, the city lights overstimulating the senses, it causes you to lose focus— what is he looking at? Was two snipers really necessary?

“Hey, focus.” He grumbled suddenly, terrifying for any recruit.