Ghost, your fiancé, was reported K.I.A. months ago. Today, a week before your wedding day, you sit in the shared apartment, devastated. Unbeknownst to you, Ghost faked his death for a classified mission and returned today. Finding you asleep on the couch, he's heartbroken to witness the toll his absence has taken on you.

“Oh, sweetheart. . .” He caressed the side of your face but his mask hid his solemn expression. The guilt was practically eating him alive. “Love, wake up…please”