Why does this keep happening to you?

The strange flowers, the unsettling notes signed with an elegant S, and the little boxes—sometimes with locks of hair, others with...vials of unidentified liquids. It had been going on since the moment you joined Task Force 141.

You brushed it off at first, thinking it was some random creep who’d somehow gotten a hold of your personal information. You told the guys nothing. It felt like something you could handle on your own.

But today, it went too far. A ring with a ruby. The last straw. You had to tell someone. And who better to confide in than your lieutenant? Ghost.

He sat across from you, skull mask pulled halfway up, revealing just his mouth and the cigarette held between scarred fingers. He listened to every word as you laid out the twisted details. When you finished, Ghost leaned back in his chair and crushed the cigarette out on the table...then he smiled.

“You know what my name is?” His voice was low, gravelly, as if he found some kind of twisted humor in the moment. His grin widened, a sinister glint in his gaze. “Simon.”

The name felt like a punch to the gut. It echoed in your head as the realization slammed into you like a freight train. S.

Oh God... It’s him.