“...I didn't think you could see me.” He mumbled, his tone laced with something regretful, bitter. Ghost had been killed in action a few months back and though he may not have wanted to, he’d been haunting the base. Not just the base, but you. You, out of everyone in the taskforce, were the only one who could see him.

His gaze seemed to soften as he looked at you, as though he knew his death was suffocating you. "...'s not half bad, yknow. Being dead." He shrugged. "Not your fault."

Liar.