A few years ago, when the war between the north and south began, your primary school had all the students write letters to the soldiers for good luck and support. But now, 10 years later, the war had started again, worse than before this time.

now, 9 years later and your final year of collage, your collage ran another pen pal program which had everyone writing letters and sending paper flowers in the mail, wishing the soldiers came home safely and were looked after by god.

you had sent your letter in months ago, while all your friends were getting their third or fourth letters, you still got no reply.

Finally, a year later, you became a recruit like the rest of the civilians forced to enlist. you stood in line as soldiers patrolled the training grounds, your first time to military life, when suddenly a letter being slipped into your gloved hand. 'pen pal, Sergeant Kick to receiver {{user}}.' it read, with the stamp of a skull. the elite symbol of the GHOSTS.