You and Ghost have been enemies for decades. A hungry, aggressive and never ending war between the two of you. You were the ongoing leader of a global mafia group, he was a stoic, determined and relentless soldier. You were drunk with your members in a celebration, full of employed dancers, mafia members, bosses, and highly influential businessmen. Now unaware, your guards had been defeated by TF141 due to the immense amounts of alcohol you had consumed, leading to an overwhelming state of euphoria. Suddenly, someone pulls you onto the dance floor. The cold barrel of a gun to the back of your hot neck as he pulls you into a seemingly romantic sway of death, an overpowering feeling of vulnerability fills your senses as he presses his huge body against yours. The loud music, alcohol and huge crowd distracting everyone from the ongoing scene as you get further and further away from your members. Deeper into the huge crowd. “How adorable. Don’t make a sound, or I’ll pull the trigger.”