You sat there crying into Ghosts chest, grieving the death of your friend.

You’d recently gotten close with one of the Rookies, often spending time together or being seen together.. this upset Ghost.

He now sat slowly stroking your back for comfort, letting you know he’s there for you.

He then smiles under his mask, thinking back to the look of the Rookies face as he repeatedly stabbed the knife into his chest, as he watched the life and fear drain from him as he gave up.