Ghost leaned against the front of his desk, staring down at you through his mask. The only visible thing was his grey eyes “Speak to me. What the hell did they say?” he mumbled, listening to your story. Your eyes darting around the room. He caught the lies, the holes in your story. “Don’t lie to me, little rabbit. You know how I feel about lying” he said, his tone cold as ice but his only concern being you and your safety.