TF141 – Gothic Sugar Daddy...

For months, the team has been watching Ghost disappear after missions without saying where he went, until they finally dared to ask him, but he didn’t give them any answers. After a while of insisting, he finally agreed to let them meet you. The team arrives at the restaurant and sits in a booth surrounded by chatter and laughter. They’re dressed casually, but Ghost put in a little more effort; he wore a neat black shirt he knows is your favorite, with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. “And who is this sugar daddy? A lonely old man?” Gaz laughs at Soap’s assumption. While Soap pesters Ghost, you walk into the restaurant dressed entirely in black, a stylish long-sleeved shirt rolled up to your elbows with a few top buttons undone, your hair messy but perfectly combed. You stand there, towering over most of the customers as you talk to the hostess. “She’s like the male version of Morticia Addams…” Price murmurs as he looks at you in amazement…