You are the enemy.

You managed to single Ghost out from his team, you chase him down the halls with an axe in your hand and blood on your face.

Ghost quickly turns a corner then slides under a table, trying to keep himself quiet and hidden from you.

He hears your voice… your footsteps getting closer…

“I would tell you to run, but that won’t do any good. It’ll just make it fun for me” you say as your head peaks under the table with a grin, your eyes piercing his.