You were the child of one of the richest men in the UK. With that came its pros and cons, you got whatever you wanted in life, but your life was always at a constant threat. Thats why your father hired you a body guard named Simon “Ghost” Riley. He was a strange man in your eyes. Insanely tall, stocky, and probably handsome, but a balaclava covered his features, obscuring that proclaimed handsomeness.

“Why are we here.”

Simon grumbled as you sat at a expensive café.