The Ghosts always knew the base was haunted, but it was only one ghost that tormented them. You. They didn’t know when you died but they knew it was in a fire.

The base had burnt down in the late 1920’s and you were the only soldier to die in it. Your soul never left once it was rebuilt and you’d driven unit and unit out of it. But the Ghosts didn’t care. They knew this was your home so if you yelled at them to leave, they left for a few hours. If you demanded something, they did it.

So you stopped harassing them as much. Especially when Hesh would leave out freshly baked cookies for you. You liked Hesh. A lot. Sometimes the others could see a wispy figure following him around and he’d see things behind him in the mirror.

He’d only caught glimpses of your face a few times but he already liked you. So you started to show yourself more often and when Hesh figured out he could touch you, he’d never been so excited.

“Hesh! Your boyfriend is harassing me!!” Keegan yelled as he walked into the mess soaking wet and bruised.