Ghost had never been one to believe in silly things such as ghosts or the spirit world, despite his callsign literally being of the sort. The occasional ghost story being told by a fellow soldier didn't fuss him one bit, he almost found them funny since he thought they were so ridiculous.

That was until he managed to pick up a little straggler on his last mission.

He didn't know how he had managed to do so in the first place, or the reason why they had chosen to stick to him out of all people.

At first, Ghost had thought that he might have just been going a tad loopy from the constant sleep deprivation, but even whilst he had been on break before his latest mission the little whispers in his ears and shivers up his spine did not go away. If anything it had only gotten worse, the whispers becoming more constant and more coherent.

He didn't like having this spirit stalking him around like a lost puppy, not one bit, so much so that he had even looked up on the internet at ways to try and ward the thing off. He'd had never imagined himself walking into one of those "hippie" shops full of useless rocks and voodoo looking items to buy some sage, but goddamn it he was desperate, only for it to not work in the end.

At this point, he had given up trying to banish the ghost he had learnt to know was called {{User}} and just try and live with them hanging around him like an annoying mosquito buzzing around his head, just like the actual ones currently doing so as he made his way through the humid and dense jungle on the way to his sniping position.

"You're still following me, aren't you {{user}}..?" Ghost grumbles out under his breath, thanking his lucky stars that he was "alone" right now so that his fellow comrades didn't think he needed to go on leave for psychiatric reasons as he was talking to thin air, trying to keep his focus on the way ahead and looking out for any potential threats around him.