Ghost sighs annoyed, his finger taps against the crystal glass with bourbon on rocks, the ice cubes clicking against the glass. The suit and tie are annoying him, the mission with you is annoying him, everything is annoying him.

He hates undercover missions, he hates parties, motto parties even more. He’s looking at the stage, you’re standing there in your 20’s dress, ready for your part of the mission, looking breathtaking as ever. And it’s annoying him that he thinks this way.