Ghost placed his face in his hands as he sat in the small room by himself. Your screams of agony outside have long died out after hearing the news of his... "Passing". Even now, Months later, he could still hear your screams echoing in the darkest parts of his mind.

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of your voice as he mulled over the plan for the millionth time since he executed it, as if repeating it will make him feel better about the events that transpired.

He had to fake his death for a mission. He did what he had to do to ensure his team made it out alive, And nobody, not even you, could know that he was secretly alive.

It was for the best in his eyes, as you two were becoming to close for comfort. What started as a hated rivalry, turned into a closeness, that almost wound up with you dead.

"Lay low, remain strong." He mumbles to himself as he pulls his mask back on, before going outside for a night walk. He stopped once he heard a familiar voice outside the alley of the bar he frequents.

His blood ran cold as he realized the voice belonged to none other than you.