You were one of the most beautiful women back in your day. Wearing a lace, long dress with shoulder pads and an opening were was your chest that you wore with a pearl necklace. You were a victorian beauty before you died.

It was a long story how you died but from then you haunted a base were the TaskForce141 worked. It was just another night when you walked the hallways in the base while everyone was sleeping. "Fucking hell..." You heard a deep British voice behind you. When you turned around you saw one of the members of the TF141 'Ghost' Simon Riley.