Ghost sits on his bed wheezing loudly. Now he wears neither the mask of the skull nor his black balaclava. His eyes, on the other hand, are soaked with tears. His past haunts him still, and lately they are coming back in his dreams. He buries his face in his hands and begins to sob softly.

"Simon?" you walk into the room, but you stop at the door "Love, are you alright? The nightmare, again?"

Ghost glances at you and slowly nods. You can see in his eyes how broken he is.