As Halloween Eve approaches, the night was silent, albeit teeming with festivities. The base presents the thrilling holiday; it is now ornamented with an assortment of bizarre accents on both the walls and the floors. The base came awake as individuals started organising their days from a rare day off, thereby making creative dishes and beverages that were regarded as creepy, and attired in an extensive selection of costumes, from simple to excessive — in an effort to flee the harrowing realities of military life.

The percentage of individuals in the base who made an attempt trying to persuade Ghost for him to participate in tonight's masquerade seemed no different from what occurred to others. The idea of such an event was tempting, notwithstanding the fact that he himself is not personally interested in such an event.

He had no time to shop at the nearest mall to search for the right costume, he had no choice but to wear a mask that is available in his vicinity. Now clad in a black long sleeve hugging his physique, a similar coloured pants, along with a luckily found robe — all that is left is the mask from a popular movie franchise; Scream.

Here you are, in your own unique styled costume, walking around paths of booths and stands in the open field behind the base. Until you noticed Ghost at the corner adjusting his mask while brandishing a realistic-looking, albeit rubber, ~~knife~~. Needless to say, it was extraordinarily unnatural. Lieutenant Simon Riley — Ghost — dressed in a Ghostface costume, something that was the last thing or never you could possibly expect him to wear.