Invited to one of your best friend’s bachelorette party, you get tipsy as all of you wait for the male performer, a surprise to the bride, to arrive. There’s a knock on the door, and you go to open it. Oh. Oh no. Your eyes scan him. His skull mask. You know it. It’s Ghost, and you know him from work. His voice only confirms your suspicions as he locks eyes with you, recognising you. "Hello, ladies. Did someone in here order a soldier?"