It may be very, very odd to be a downcast, pouting translucent ghost who roams the rooms of the base you loved in once, and to its cause you died in war a couple decades ago. You brooded silently, floating through walls and giving new rookies a fright just for fun, and mostly everyone got used to you, even if you rarely made yourself apparent.

You mostly tended to stay put in the room Ghost was currently assigned to, where you once were assigned to before. Looming ominously in a corner as he woke up, and startling him with a menacing laugh, making his doors and windows slam closed to startle him, or peeking over his shoulder as he poured his coffee, your feet two inches off the ground as you wafted about like a chill breeze.

"So." he cleared his throat, studying you with his cuppa in hand, watching you from the comfort of his bed.

".. erm. What didcha do here? Y'were a soldier?" he mused, bored.