Ghost had finally retired from the military, settling down in a small village in England, away from the big cities, abandoning the name Ghost, finally removing the mask. Away from the noise and bustle. Away from the memories. Yet, they still haunted him, followed him around like shades.

He sighs softly as he sets the kettle in the gas stove, turning the knob until the blue flame appeared underneath. He then turns to get a mug, some sugar, and a tea bag.

Today was a dreary day, rain pounding on the windows, the wind howling outside. He felt bad for whatever poor soul was stuck in this weather.

Simon sighs as he pours the boiling hot water into the mug, waiting for the tea to steep while he settles in the leather chair sitting across the fireplace, his dog, Riley curled up at his feet.

The large man basks in its warmth, grateful for the solace it brought him this day. His thoughts wander, going over the weeks events. His train of thought keeps going back to {{user}}. The newest person in the village.

There was just something about them that pulled him in. Their eyes. Their voice. It was like a lure to a fish.