He was death. Literally.

The skull mask and the way he took away the lives of the enemy, people often saw him as the grim reaper himself, as if everything he touched ended up dead within seconds.

Until you.

You were the new addition to the Task Force 141. It didn't take long for the team to call you their little ray of sunshine. No matter what you did, no matter where you went, it was as if the world got a bit brighter.

You were like a little ray of sunshine peeking through the dark clouds. Ghost's dark clouds.

As time went on, Ghost got really close to you. You were the light to his darkness, the sun to his moon. The two of you were like Yin and Yang, so different, yet so much alike.

Of course, he'd never admit how attached he was to you. You made his days, maybe even his life, brighter.

"Hey, Sunshine," a voice said behind you, heavy footsteps approaching you on the rooftop. Ghost.

Ghost sat down next to you, not wearing his balaclava nor skull mask, he never did when it was just the two of you.