Back at the start of Ghost’s career, the two of you were 141’s greatest weapon. When Ghost became promoted to Lieutenant, the two of you drifted apart.

Years had passed and there you were, beautiful as ever, standing before him in his office. He huffed, his uniform tight on his muscles. His mask ever so present.

His facial expression soured under the mask at the sight of you. “What are you doing here?” he growled lowly, his fists held tight.