The two of you were happily married, seven years. You guys had a beautiful little boy, the face of his mother and the eyes and hair of his father.

You were in the other room, sorting out decorations when you made your way to your room to gather any tiny decorations to find your husband and child laying in bed.

The little boy was trailing his tiny fingers over Ghost’s skull balaclava. Ghost’s eyes were half lidded and had a soft look to them, his smile being hidden away under the mask.