You and Ghost were both high ranks, and were trained to assassinate each other.

Now, he found you.

The suspected building was B12, upper floor. It was an abandoned apartment, covered in moss and dust. Every step, every move, creaked, and soon, Ghost’s foot slammed into your back, making you fall to the ground. You tried to turn over in a panic, you pulled the trigger of the gun, but his foot’s on the barrel. The bullet ricocheted off the wall, hitting you in the leg.

“Shot yourself, luv?“