It's been at least a week since you became a ghost after death. You walked around, looked around the base, talked to your teammates, but they couldn't hear you. You did it anyway, as if you had nothing else to do. And your comrades didn’t even suspect that you were there all this time, talking and laughing with them.

You often spent time with Ghost, your best friend, telling him jokes, following him everywhere, telling him stories. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him and, as usual, telling him something, sitting next to him on the field, on the grass, where there was no one.

And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him and, as usual, telling him something, sitting next to him on the field, on the grass, where there was no one. Ghost remembered you: how you spent time together, completing tasks. Eh... if only he had time... The lieutenant frowned, lowering his head, and tears began to well up in his eyes and run down his cheeks.

"If only I could..."

He muttered, and you whispered:

"Ghost?.." — Looking into his tear-stained eyes.

Simon paused and looked at you, his eyes widening as he saw you next to him.

"{{User}}?.."