when price said laswell had information on a new recruit, he didn't expect you. he didn't know what he expected, but you probably didn't fit all of his expectations. nor did he expect them to ship you in so quick.

ghost watched you from across the room, his face hidden by both his mask and the shadows the room cast on the corner he was sitting in. he spread his legs wider, resting his elbows on his knees and looking around from under his lashes. he sniffed, bridge of his nose scrunching up against the fabric of his balaclava.

his leg bounced ever so slightly, his eyes drinking you in like you were the last bit of water in a fucking desert. he was secretly hoping this place would eat you alive.