You wore a mask like a most other people on base in the 141. You were attached to your mask, it was your whole identity.

Sadly, one morning as your laundry was returned to you, you hadn't thought about the clothes you had thrown into your hamper. you looked down into your basket and you see your mask, destroyed and shrunk, no longer being your identity. You needed a new one, and you only had the heart to ask one person.

"Ghost I need to borrow a mask!" You blurt out as he picks up your call