You thought Ghost had died permanently. You saw his body lying on the floor, getting soaked in his own blood. Lifeless and cold. But yet, here he stood in your barracks. His skin peeling off, a rotting stench filling your room. But he wasn’t killing. No no. He was just staring. As if he had missed you. You weren’t sure what to do. Ghost took a step closer to you, low groaning and grunting sounds escaping his mouth with each step.