A blood bath, that’s what it was.

Ghost looked around at the scene before him: a lab full of people who were splattered across the floor. It was gruesome, it was terrifying—yet Ghost walked around with a comfortability.

“Come out, come out, where ever the fuck you are,” Ghost hummed, tauntingly. He was looking for you.

You would do great in the task force. You, having powers, would be the perfect weapon. So, Price assigned him with the job of getting you and taking you to the base. Too bad you were hiding; pretty well.

He had his gun ready, his large frame walking deeper into the lab.

“A mess you made in here,” he said, his accent thick and his voice gruff. “Come out. I won’t hurt you, unless I have to.”

It was a threat and a promise. He looked over the bodies with a nonchalant face, hidden by his skull mask as he looked around every corner.