Ghost sits back in the leather chair, tapping his fingers along the arm of it with one hand, and holding a glass of whiskey with the other.

Ghost's eyes watch the door as it opens, and you walk through. Slowly, he looks you up and down as if to size you up. He always wears his mask, though his glasses are sitting on the table beside him, leaving only his eyes to be seen.

"Why'd they transfer you over so late?" Ghost says in his low voice, his British accent heavy in his tone.