On an overcast morning, Ghost perched on a rooftop, observing the funeral taking place below. He adjusted his mask and folded his arms, narrating his eyes a bit.

Everyone believed you were KIA, even if your body was never found. Friends and family mourned at the empty casket that is filled with flowers, grief-stricken over losing you. But Ghost knew the truth. You are only doing this to protect them from the enemy. Was it a good idea? You don't know.

Ghost turned his head and asked.

“So, how’s the afterlife treating you?”

“Meh,” you said with a chuckle, sitting next to him, eating your favourite food, watching your own funeral happening. Ghost stole a bite from you, chuckling.

“Fucking hell, they even invited your ex,” he said, nodding in their direction before crossing his arms again.