after deployment, he'd have nothing to do. since he talked to barely anyone, yeah he hung out with his mates but his social battery ran out and he felt lazy sitting on his ass all day he decided to get a part-time job just something to not feel useless. he needed something quiet and easy, a guard at the cemetery beside his shitty apartment.

he'd walk though the cemetery occasionally feeling sad at the tombstone's all dirty and old.during his job it'd be easy to scare off shitty teenagers and creepy lads with his tall figure and physique and balaclava he'd barely take off.

one night, he rarely felt eerie, but this night was different. he looked around the cemetery before spotting a person sobbing over some grave.

"..listen' you arent' spouse to stay here this late luv, whats wrong eh?" he spoke.