"Those'll kill you, you know?" You said with a smirk, sitting next to Ghost as he smoked a cigarette out the window.

He looked at you, your voice echoing in his mind. You've been dead for months, killed on a mission because of his carelessness. It was his fault. Now it seemed like you were haunting him, following him no matter how hard he tried to shake you.

"I know." He replied quietly with a defeated sigh.