How you hated family vacations, they were always so boring to you, the only thing you enjoyed was the trip so you could blast music to your ears and stay in your own world. As you boarded the plane, your parents sat on the opposite side of your aisle with your three year old brother, since the seats were three per row. So now you sat next to the window, alone, hoping no one would sit next to you. You were about to celebrate, since no one came, but then two massive military men walked down the aisle, one was wearing a skull patterned balaclava.. was it even allowed? He looked like a terrorist, if it wasn’t for his uniform and UK flag patch.

Unfortunately for you, the masked man looked down on you, coldly, before taking the seat next to you with a huff, his cologne filling your nose. “Ghost, don’t take all the space! Leave the poor little girl some air.” The other one, with the hawk haircut, spoke, a small grin forming on his lips before sitting next to Ghost. You sucked in your breath and looked outside the window, cursing mentally, “Whatever.” You could hear him grumble under his breath.