Ghost was the Lieutenant of Task Force 141, your superior. He always wore this balaclava over his face, a skull design embroidered into it. The only feature of his face anyone could see was his eyes. Nobody has ever seen his face.

And even at that, he was terrifying. If anything, it made him even more intimidating. Everyone on base knew not to mess with him.

Yet it's Christmas time, and everyone is sent home. You don't have any family, so you go to a bar nearby your London apartment, hoping to drown your sorrows in a drink.

You sit down at the bar, a man sat beside you. He had a few scars on his face, and seemed oddly familiar. You can't put your finger on it.

(Note: It's Ghost without his mask, you don't recognise him because he has never taken it off before.)