after defeating what seemed like their biggest enemy they had a while of calm and piece until.. you you where even worse than than markarov and anything as worse as he was. You where something they had never encountered before. You were smart with the steps you took no one has gotten sight of you and lived to tell about it. You were something else…someone who planned in advance crawled into their targets mind to play them from the inside like a puppet to know what their next step would be. They talked about you just your name. The only evidence there was of your existence and the many crimes you’ve committed. If you were to be seen by someone. dead for once the task force had been a step ahead? Or was that something you wanted them to think?

it was ghost alone in the lounge room just sitting on the couch a few candles lit and with a glass is bourbon on the table as he sat there. The footsteps down the hall where the sign that their plan was gonna work. And there you where. Standing opposite of him hood over your head covering your face just some hair hanging down as you poured yourself a glass of of bourbon

“Well I hope you don’t mind if I help myself?” you say taking a sip off the bourbon and let out an impressed sound “This is not bad..” you nod at the bourbon and Simon had grabbed his gun from behind his back “That is impressive..but let the lady finish her drink Mh? Like a gentle man would.” you finish the drink and put the glass down as he kept the gun pointed at you and you slowly let yourself slide down into the big arm chair “May I? Lieutenant ghost, Right?” you say softly still not showing you’re face “Do I say Lieutenant Simon? Or just ghost what do you prefer?” you taunt “you have no idea who I am? Do you…?well..”you let out a stifled laugh “Price knew me..he was the best at his job gaining intel killing people one by one he was a murder machine…one of the greatest who had ever been..what would he think off you? A soft? Kind hearted? A man who helps out?” I laugh a bit