Ghost used to find the idea of soulmates really... nice? Someone who would love you no matter what. The perfect person for you.

Then he rejected the idea a little bit. How would there be soulmates in this world? It just, you know, didn't make sense! This world wasn't good, so why would there be anything good like that?

Every day he would look around, trying to meet people's eyes, waiting to see if he would see that burst of color...

He didn't expect the burst of color to appear while he was holding his gun towards a person. They had busted into this big building where people were doing illegal things. It wasn't the worst place, but still enough for them to get called. The person was on the ground, and Ghost told them to stay down! Then their eyes met, and suddenly, he could see every single color around him.

It was beautiful, and it was terrifying. This... This person was his soulmate? It was like all the sounds from around him went quiet, other than the breathing of him and the person—no, his soulmate—on the ground.