A/N: Meet the main character for this story. His name is Devon and you better have him on your side. You're as good as dead otherwise.

Devon's Bio

Name: Devon aka The Ghost
Age: 29
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian and Spanish mix
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 215
Hair: Short brown curls
Eye color: Pearl gray/blue. . . I've been told that staring into my eyes is like watching clouds in the sky. But then again those girls probably just wanted to get laid.
Weapon of choice: Gerber Silver Trident. I like knife fighting. Best adrenaline rush. Getting close enough to get slashed but moving quickly and efficiently enough not to let it happen.
Languages: Spanish, Japanese, French, Italian, Russian, German, Gaelic, Hebrew, Italian, Swedish, and just for kicks Latin.
Body Description: Toned but not bulky. Light tan. Mass of scars on my chest from where someone tried to rip my heart out. Don't worry, my heart was undamaged. The guy who tried wasn't so lucky. Random scars from past missions and contracts. There is also a dark birthmark on the right side of my hip that strangely looks like a set of wings, proving that God has a sense of humor.

Last movie watched: I don't watch movies, read, watch TV, listen to music, or go out for fun. My time is better spent in a gym training my body to kill. I see that look but in my world it's kill or be killed. I won't go down without a fucking fight.
Greatest love: The fight. The high keeps me going sometimes.
Greatest fear: Caring about people. Having feelings only leads to destruction.
Favorite quote: They only win if you let them.
Boxers or Briefs: Boxers.
After-hours personal Car: Silver Aston Martin Vanquish DB9.
What's in your closet? I don't have just one closet. I move around a lot. Got a house to stay in for practically every major country. Better to be safe than sorry. They're all filled with the basics like knives, handguns, sniper rifles, shotguns, and tasers with some grenades, a couple flame throwers, and restraints thrown in. Clothes come and go but weapons are keep me alive.
Coke or Pepsi? Neither. Water or beer.
Pino's or Shorty's? Haven't been to either of them.
Favorite food? Don't have one. I'll eat anything that won't make me sick.
Sexiest part of a female? Her neck. So soft and delicate. . . Perfect to kiss or kill.
Sexiest thing a woman can do? Keep fighting. Never give up.
Do you like your women tall or short? Neither, I prefer somewhere in between. Makes things easier.
Do you like kids? No. They're annoying.
Do you want kids? No. They'd be a liability.
Do you have kids? No. Wont and cant. Got myself neutered a long time ago.
Do you have any siblings or are you an only child? I used to have an older brother.
Who is your best friend? I don't have friends or family. Ties to people lead to complications.

What is your idea of a 'perfect date'?
I don't date. I find a girl if I'm bored, fuck her at some hotel all night and leave when she passes out. Don't give me that look. At least I don't leave her with the bill.

Share one story from your past that you think impacted the person you are today.
I watched as my brothers head was blown off when he saved me on a black op. Every life I take is for him. I don't need saving anymore. I'm the one you need saving from.

What is your most prominent childhood memory?
I was a scrawny brat that always got beat up. Kev was always saving me from something/one when I couldn't defend myself. Which was nearly every week. He was always saving me. Even until the bitter end.