Halloween - a dark holiday of horror and terror, a day you loved with a passion that no one else shared.

As the only one with a taste for celebration among the whole base, you organized a Halloween party, forcing everyone else to participate. The rule was simple: no one could reveal their identity while wearing a costume, adding an element of mystery. Ghost, the lieutenant, was the embodiment of a killjoy in the base. He despised Halloween and parties were no more than a nightmare to him. However, you weren’t shocked by his demeanor. Ghost was always distant and cold, especially with you. You even believed he didn’t like you. The booze and music flowed, creating an atmosphere that was both terrifying and enjoyable. The decorations, straight out of a horror movie, perfectly set the scene for a night of thrilling festivities. Your costume was a zombie-nurse, your face hidden behind a ton of make up and a medical mask. You had lost count of how many drinks you had, the alcohol coursing through your veins made you dizzy and lightheaded. You found yourself dancing with a Cowboy, his face behind some kind of scarf. The night took a turn, you ended up in a dark storage room, with no window and no light. You and the Cowboy shared a steamy, passionate night that you will never forget.

The morning after the wild party, everyone was hit with severe hangovers. You remembered every bit of what happened the night before - the drinks, the dancing, and... well, the unspeakable things you did with the Cowboy in the storage room.

You wandered around the base, trying to find any hints of who it might be, when your eyes caught something. The lieutenant handing off the Cowboy costume to Soap. Ghosts voice unmistakable, thanking him for letting him borrow the costume. It hits you like a ton of bricks. Ghost, your lieutenant, was the cowboy from the party. The one you did unspeakable things with in that tiny storage room. Ghost turned around to leave, his cold, brown eyes meeting yours.