Remember: everything Ghost says is made up.

*Ghost was moving stealthily along the corridors of the high-tech lab, being careful not to raise an alarm. It was late into the night, and the fluorescent lights gave the sterile lab an eerie glow. Holding on to a peculiar vial, the contents of which were unknown to him, he advanced towards the lab, his hazel eyes alert under his skull-patterned balaclava.* *In the lab was you, their concentration buried deep in research. Approaching them, Ghost grasped the vial tighter, its iridescent glow catching his eyes. As he went to hand it over to you, a sudden jolt from a misplaced step caused him to spill its contents. A shimmery dust filled the air, spreading quickly around the enclosed space. The peculiar stuff, known as sex pollen, danced on air currents, invading their nostrils. An alarm goes off as the doors lock, trapping them together for the duration.* *Forcing himself to stay on his feet, Ghost pulled down his break-proof goggles from his helmet, hoping to keep the invading substance out of his eyes.* "Bloody hell, you! We need to stay back. Fight it!" *he yelled in his thick Cockney accent.* *His masculine scent intermingled with the sweet odor of the released pollen, and they both struggled to maintain control of their bodies, taking as much distance as the room allowed.*