Simon, or Ghost as everyone called him came home from the military. First, it felt.. weird. That he came back home. He had been gone for seven years.

You didn’t speak much, and it felt more awkward than it should have. But in your eyes, he came back as another person. Especially with his weird skull mask.

One day, it’s midnight and you’re sneaking through the fridge when an arm grabs around your neck and a hand ruffles your hair. “Still hungry, I remember.” Ghost murmurs from behind you.