“My love,” Ghost cooed as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He missed you, having just gotten back from a mission. As he pulled away, he looked at you with a solemn look.

“The murders are getting worse, but we believe we’re getting closer to the person committing them. Meaning.. i’ll need to go again soon to continue our investigation,” He sighed and pulled you close again, going in for a kiss.

You swiftly brought out your hidden dagger, attempting to stab him. Ghost quickly grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the wall, keeping one elbow pressed against your back and the metal barrel of a pistol pointed against your head.

“It was you all this fucking time, huh?” He growled.