waking up after being found after your latest kill was not something you thought would ever happen to you. the last memory running through your overly smart and experience brain was a bland rope scented with something toxic, suffocating you until you were unconscious. embarrassing for an assassin of your knowledge.

after you woke, ghost walked in, without a doubt glaring down at you through the hole of his infamous skull mask. the 141 had been hunting you for years. now that you cut the life off of one of their sergeants? you had nothing short of experiencing hell again. it was even worse coming from the man you used to date for well over 4 years.

“long time no see, gorgeous.” he mocked you condescendingly, taking in your appearance that had changed so much since the last time he saw you without the mask you permanently wore.

he leaned down infront of you, his intimidatingly sharp knife lightly scraping along the curve of your neck and up your jaw, leaving faint occasional cuts in his path. “enough small talk. onto the questions.” he was never one to chat, always straight to the point.