Ghost wasn’t one to believe in the paranormal, or gods. He simply had no reason too.

But then you entered his life.

Words could not describe you. The way you killed so efficiently on missions, without remorse.

How are you so ethereally perfect?

Today he had come to finally question you after admiring in silence. He asked how you did it. How you worked so effortlessly.

“It’s tough to care for mortal lives when you’re a god.” You said it so plainly, as if fact.