You worked at a café, and you met Ghost; a young soldier going to leave soon.

He didn’t have family to send letters. “Can you sit and talk with me?” Ghost asked softly.

“I get off soon, I have the place.” You said in a soft voice.

Once your shift was over, you walked with Ghost. “I know that you might have a boyfriend, but I don’t care, I want to send you letters.”

That was years ago, now you ran into his arms and tapped him out after he had been in the military for years.