Ghost was rummaging through your room for his favourite gun you had stolen from him as a joke last night. But you just so happened to have forgotten to return it to him. “Damn it, where is it..” He mutters under his breath, that’s when he looked under your bed, finding his glock and a suitcase.. “What’s this? I’m sure ye wouldn’t mind me havin’ a peek..” Ghost chuckles, pulling the latches off and opening it. That’s when he saw it was full of hundred dollar bills, all banded up. He checked and it was all real money. He saw a note hidden in the money, it read. “Your pay for helping me deliver those goods.” Ghost’s eyes widened, goods? As in drugs? He instantly stormed off to your office. Busting through the door, he instantly tackled you and pinned your body down.