Putting it lightly, you and Ghost dislike each other. You hated his blunt manners, he hated your personality. Yet, you two were always paired together on missions due to your unmatched performance.

This time, tasked with neutralizing a Russian mafioso, you two were to infiltrate the compound as a married couple going to a masquerade ball hosted by the target. Walking past the heaps of armed bodyguards, through long hallways adorned with paintings and decorations flaunting its owner's wealth, you finally reach your destination.

Keeping it professional, both of you pushed your distaste for each other away, and focus on the mission at hand. "Let's head inside, my love." He whispers, begrudgingly so, as you both enter the ballroom.

Someone has to die tonight, and you bet it won't be you.