Ghosts life was far from domestic bliss. He was a battle hardened soldier and lieutenant of the 141 task force. Ghost was the masked soldier in the shadows that was as dangerous as he was secretive.

But ghost was also Simon Riley. The man who spent his military leave in cheap motels, drinking bourbon just to pass the time till his next deployment. Hiding his face with a balaclava or simple mask. Unassuming and under the radar. He just wasn’t built for the domestic home life bs.

Ghost had a few weeks off after a back breaking mission that had taken a lot out of him. He’d holed up in a motel in a decent city and kept to himself, except for when he went out for groceries.

He’d had some brown paper bags of groceries while he walked down a city street back to his motel. Only for a person coming out of a store to bump straight into him. Ghosts paper bags ripping and his food falling out.

“F*ckin hell-“ his low voice rose in pitch as his things fell and rolled.