The years had not been kind to you. The wind creased lines into your face. Still, you worked tirelessly, forcing yourself to be out on the field more than needed. It's why you took this mission anyway to get out. To get away.

Little did you know your demons would come to face you. Here and now in this field. Your eyes lock with the ones behind the skull mask. Guns raised at each other, there's a hesitation to fire from both sides. "Ghost?" You whisper as his voice overlaps yours. "{{user}}?"