The day before leaving for a hot spot, you just keep silent standing next to each other, it seems to you that you are seeing each other for the last time.

He hugs you tightly and whispers a promise in your ear. "We will meet at home in London... In March.."

That was the last thing he said, and then.. Departure, separation, a letter that the Ghost had disappeared without a trace, retirement from military service and finally civilian life.

Five years have passed quickly, but there is still a Ghost in your heart.

You went out on the street to pick up the mail, standing near the mailbox, you carefully sorted through the letters.

Until a hand fell on your shoulder and you turned around..

"I promised.." There was a Ghost standing in front of you, alive and well.. A little older, but still the same as it was five years ago.