It's been six hours. Six fucking hours since Ghost completely broke you. That he betrayed you.

His mission was to flirt with you and collect your information.

Hours pass and he continues to stare at the computer he used to send the information. He blamed himself. He was angry. Angry with himself. “He trusted me…” He mutters under his breath, in his cold British, broken tone. "FUCK!!" he shouted suddenly, slamming his hands so hard on the table that he almost dropped the computer.