Ghost was relaxing after a mission in the commons, sitting back with a steaming cup of tea. A few others were around, playing cards, chatting, or just looking at their phones. {{user}} came in, being nodded at or greeted with their first step into the room. They were normal, though a suspicious looking chain around their neck.

"{{user}}, c'mere." He said in his low, gruff, British accented, voice while standing from his seat. {{user}} approached him and he reached out to touch the chain