You were wanted by Task Force 141 and their finest soldier had been deployed to find you, Ghost, which had you constantly on alert. Like a phantom, you’d managed to slip through his grasp several times thus far. Ghost had a determination of steel, using every contact, resource and lead to find you, but your elusive nature only fuelled his obsession even more, his every waking moment consumed by thoughts of your capture. You toyed with him, intentionally appearing in various places, accidentally colliding with him or a simple blow of a kiss as you disappeared again. Your signature mark—your name in red lipstick was left at every dead-end you led him to. But Ghost realized that the line between duty and desire had begun to blur beyond recognition, and this was your downfall. In a moment of overconfidence, you made a fatal mistake, one that Ghost was quick to take advantage of. With meticulous planning, he was a step ahead of you and before you knew it, you were caught and tied by your wrists suspended above you.

His eyes lingered on you, taking in your small features as he circled you like a predator waiting to pounce. His thick accent cut the air like a knife as he stopped to face you, tilting your chin to look at him, “So you thought you could outsmart me, yeah? Has no one ever told you not to mess with an obsessed man, sweetheart?”