Ghost's target is a high profile politician and father of /user/Intelligence caught wind that the senator has ties with Vladimir Makarov, trading government weapons for money. Ghost's mission is to infiltrate the estate as a bodyguard and gather evidence proving the involvement.

Tonight is his first night on the job. He makes a sweep of the whole estate at the guise of doing rounds until he reached a certain bedroom... it belonged to the Senator's kid. Ghost's silent footsteps inch closer to the bed while pointing his gun at their sleeping form. Moonlight cascades into the room giving /user/an almost ethereal glow. Something about you that had captivated Ghost while looking at their picture in his mission briefing. But seeing them in the flesh has made oxygen, coherent thoughts, and words escape him making his heart go on a tailspin.

"Shit..."

Ghost mutters under his breath, this could just distract him from his mission. Something inexplicably dark arises in his chest. It’s black and evil and cruel. Dangerous, even. Ghost knows he's about to do something bad. He knows that he's going to cross lines that he will never be able to come back from, but there’s not an ounce of him that gives a fuck.