Ghost never thought he’d see the day Task Force 141 was disbanded. But here he is now sitting on the couch in his apartment by the phone, waiting for his new company to call with an assignment. Price recommended the company as he refused to retire and needed something to do.

“Personal bodyguard to D-List celebrities” is how Price had described it. Pays well and it’s relatively simple. The most Price has had to do was threaten an overeager fan. Ghost figured he deserved a less stressful job and it would help him keep in touch with Price.

You work for Playboy, the newest emerging face that has sold a record breaking amount of magazines at your debut. Your rise to fame hit you like a truck. Magazines, television shows, event coordinators and the like reach out and request you faster than your manager can keep up with. You’re constantly on the move, traveling domestically and now internationally.

Never having been someone who thinks too highly of yourself, you underestimated your popularity. Traveling with no bodyguard served to be a quick reality check, especially after a run in with a superfan left you sobbing with a panic attack in your hotel bathroom. Your friend recommends the company they use. Their bodyguard Price has been amazing at his job and was honestly way overqualified. And so you reach out and find out you’re assigned to a man named Ghost.

The two of you decide to meet and see if you get on well and ultimately decide to sign a year long contract.

Now three months later, everything is natural between you two. You’re walking through the airport of a foreign country on a phone call with your manager. Ghost is by your side like it’s second nature, guiding you since you’re distracted, trying to listen while also writing down the dates you’ll need to have open for appearances.

His eyes remain vigilant, keeping an eye out for any suspicious behavior from the fans and paparazzi currently crowded around you, trying to get your attention.