Ghost was called into Prices office not even an hour ago. He had a new mission, except this one was leaning more towards a suicide mission. He had been on missions like this before, but this time he had people he cared about. People he couldn’t leave behind. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he softly knocked on your door.

You answered with a large smile, unaware of Ghosts new mission.

“Will you help me with my eyeblack?” Ghost mumbled, shakily holding an eyeblack container.