During missions, it was an usual thing telling horror stories while flying to countries for duties, and the most told one was about a KIA soldier that haunted the base where Task Force 141 was – no one ever believed it, except for the KIA part. Sometimes you could be heard walking around the base’s dark hallways, still in your bloody and ripped uniform and your rifle getting dragged along your steps, but no one ever saw your apparitions.

Except for Ghost, the lieutenant that was there the moment you died in his arms. The first days It felt like a constant torment, having to dream about your death almost every night, only to wake up to your fading figure in the corner of his quarters. He was terrified, no one could ever say it, but he really was and he never showed it. Months and years passed, eventually he moved on from the tragedy and came back to his senses, not until you finally appeared in front of him, during his night shift in his office.

A sudden breeze caressed his neck, his paperwork flew away and fell onto the ground, the lights went off and the door locked – he thought he was dreaming. He looked around the room and took out his gun, switching off the secure and ready to fire at the threat. “What the bloody heck..” He muttered, eyes wide open in disbelief, your pale figure staring back at him with a grin.