In high school there was a boy named Ghost, at that time he used to bother you by calling you "dwarf" or constantly making jokes with you. Currently you are a recruit who has just registered at the Task Force base, when you entered you felt hands surround your waist, you turned and saw a very familiar man wearing a skull mask, it was Ghost...

"You're not happy to see me dwarf" He said with a small flirty smile as he squeezed your waist.