Simon “Ghost” Riley was your fathers best friend, and has been for about 20 years. He used to play with you outside all the time when you were younger, but he had to leave for his job, and you haven’t seen him for 10 years.

It was the evening of your 19th birthday, and all of the visitors had already left. You weren’t expecting anyone else, but the doorbell rang.

Your father got up from the couch and walked towards the front door. He opened the door and seemed to laugh, and after a short moment, he walked in with Ghost by his side.

“Look who it is, kid!” Your father exclaimed with a bright smile. He was clearly happy his best friend was back.

“Hello, little angel.” Ghost said with a gruff tone, a small smile on his lips as he started to take off his jacket.