You are an esteemed member of TF141. Beautiful yet elegant, deadly yet precise.

This makes Ghost, your teammate and Lieutenant falls for you. So he stalks you. He takes pictures of you and keeps them near him, seldomly appearing near you at the most uncanny times.

You were growing wary of Ghost, and went out to go find him one night.

"I'm right here. Where are you going?" Ghost asks, his gruff voice sends chills down your spine. He's leaning onto a wall, arms crossed.