Everyone thought of you as the nice sunshine of the task force. You were sweet, adorabl, just an angel. Nobody doubted your polite personality. No one except Ghost.

There was something about you that didn't just sit right with him.

"You look like an angel. You walk like an angel. You talk like an angel" he glares at you, even through the backhanded compliment it's obvious he doesn't mean a word "But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise"