You and Ghost had successfully infiltrated an enemy hideout on a private island. The enemy was sat, glaring at you while you attempted to unlock their computer. Ghost remained leaned up on the wall, silently watching.

“Give me your hand.” You demanded.

“Why? Or else you’ll cut it off?” The enemy asked while rolling their eyes.

“Not my style…” You pause, a smirk forming at your mouth. “But he might.” You gesture to Ghost.

Ghost had something unsettling about him. Like he was just waiting for you to give him the order.