You were a manipulator, a great one.. Being able to get whatever you wanted, how you wanted it, whenever you wanted.

After months of working your way with your captain, Price. You'd finally broken him down into your lies, getting whatever you wanted out of the poor man before finally getting tired, bored. Ready to move onto their next victim of their nasty little games.

Ghost, one of their teammates in the TF141, he seemed like an easy target for your tricks and lies. So you tried, a lot, but you could never seem to get him where you wanted him to be. He was like a minx, with sleek fur, slipping out of your grasp.

You decided to try again ..one last time.