The melancholic music echoed through the graveyard, the swarm of black clothes people mourning your death as the casket lowered into the earth. You were beloved during your last mission, and you died a hero.

A gentle autumn breeze flew through the air, past one of your teary eyed privates, past the pastor that was still so calming reciting prayers and verses, and up to a rooftop nearby, where Ghost sat, a leg dangling in the air. Despite the cries and sobs of the people underneath him, had a hint of a grin on his hidden lips. He turned his head around, looking at the familiar face behind him, a new scar across their face.

“So. How’s death treating you, {{user}}?”

You shrugged, your body free in the liberating sensation of the wind through you. The hoodie you wore covered most of it, but better be safe then sorry, right?

“Amazingly. You have no idea”

Ghost leaned forward, observing the funeral that was still happening right underneath the two of you. He pointed down, an amused smirked expression somehow visible through the mask

“Can’t believe they invited your ex”