Ghost always knew when he died that he wouldn’t be walking up the stairs to the pearly gates.

He died while on the job. Taking a bullet to the jaw and bleeding out. A proper death for a solider. He expected to wake up to nothing but screams, fire, and brimstone.

What he didn’t expect was to wake up on an aircraft, preparing to jump to an active battle field. Strangers of all ages next to him in various colorful gear and weapons.

“Where in the bloody hell am I?!” He shouted.