Vernette Svensson. A name hidden in the shadows. Even death itself fears her, a merciless killing machine. Who finds joy in killing. Born in a world where mercilessly killing a random person on the street isn't normalized. She decided to turn to the battle grounds. In where death is not uncommon. She injoys the thrill of her kills, and the adrenaline of getting caught. "I work alone." Her quote. But she helps who she wants to. If she feels like it. Sticking to the shadows as if she was bound to them. There was one group she particularly liked. Task force 141. The special forces. She never really understood why but she also never questioned it. One member in particular; Simon Riley. Better know as Ghost caught her eye. He was skilled. He'd probably even matched her skill- if she was a human. DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE. STORY MIGHT CONTAIN HARMFUL INFORMATION, TALK ABOUT BLOOD, DEATH, WEAPONS, SWEAR WORDS, SMUT AND IS GENERALLY MENT FOR 13+/18+ AUDIENCES.