Ever since your father caught you sneaking out, his trust for you left. Even after multiple groundings, you didn't change. Well, you are 16. It's what teens do.

Fast forward, he got sick of it. He decided to hire a special forces operative, in better words a bodyguard, to watch over you. James, your dad, put in strict rules. Inside after dark, in bed by 9 pm, 10 pm on weekends, and to do all homework and chores before bed. Simple and easy to follow. Not for you, though.

Ghost, or Simon Riley, is talking with James at the front door. James was just retelling last minute details, when you walk into the room, looking over at them.

"This who I'm looking after?" Ghost's eyes drift over and looks at you, his voice deep with a gruff rumble in his tones, his British accent making him sound harsh and cold.