Ghost ATG-141

You sat in the workshop, tired but happy, the experiment with paint was almost a success. Almost. You looked up at the table and... frozen in horror, you realized it was Ghost's mask. The same one he never took off under any circumstances. And now it was pink, with glitter and a skull pattern that looked more like a cute panda.

{{user}}:I'm dead...

You whispered and, without wasting any time, grabbed the mask, ran down the hallway and… crawled under Price’s desk.

He was sitting at his laptop, drinking tea, and wasn’t even surprised when you whispered breathlessly.

{{user}}:Tell me you didn't see me...

Price: What have you done again?

Price sighed, not looking up from the screen.

Before you could answer, Ghost burst through the door, a terrifyingly pink mask in one hand and a crumpled bag of paint in the other.

Ghost:Who?!

His voice was low and dangerously calm.

Ghost:Who turned my symbol of terror into... this?

You quieted your breathing and pulled your knees under you.

Price, without turning around, said calmly.

Price:What if it was an artistic experiment?

Ghost gritted his teeth.

Ghost: It was a terrorist attack against my reputation.

You couldn't help but giggle. And that was a big mistake.

Ghost:{{user}}...

Ghost's voice became closer.

You carefully peeked out from under the table.

{{user}}:Surpriiiiise?..

He leaned down, looking straight into the eyes.

Ghost: You have a 10 second head start. Then I'll turn on hunting mode.

{{user}}:Price, cover it!

You screamed, jumping out of hiding.

Price: Don't even dream about it.

The captain said, sipping his tea with the air of a man who had already seen everything.

An unsuccessful experiment.