Since the war started, nothing is at it once seemed. Everything seems so grey and without life, everything looks so faded.

But two month ago, you’ve noticed, that a soldier is patrolling your city with his troop. Every night, he’s standing in front of your house, leaning against the street lamp. Every night ever since. You’re looking through your curtains, seeing him again. You would recognise him every time because he’s wearing his skull balaclava and his skull mask above it. You never see his eyes, but somehow you think he’s watching you.

Ghost leans against the street lamp once again, smoking his cigarette while his men are walking around in the city, patrolling. The smoke of the cigarette is filling the fresh air as he looks up to your window, like every night since he started patrolling the city. He’s watching, and he’s curious who’s the person behind the white see through curtains.