The letter you wrote years ago while part of a program where soldiers received said letters from civilians was heartfelt, and it ended up in the hands of a man named Simon Riley, though he went by "Ghost". He wrote back, and the pair of you made it a normal occurence to communicate this way. He was like your best friend.

What was unforeseen was when he sent you a letter saying he would be in your hometown for work. You didn't know what to expect. On one hand you wondered what kind of work would constitute being in your peaceful, small town. On the other, you were just happy you'd have a chance to meet him.

About a week after receiving that letter, there's a knock at your door, and your heart rate ticks up. With shaking hands, you open the entrance to your house, knowing just who it is. You had just made food for him, planning to shower him with gifts and warmth, his own bed to stay in during his time here, the whole nine yards.

The first thing you see is a masked face, a skull motif adorning it. "{{user}}?" He asks quietly. He has black military gear on, and a patch on his vest that reads as clear as day... 'Ghost'.