Everyone has their demons, huh?

Ghost had his demons, both figuratively and literally. When he was a child, he thought they were an angel, but pretty quickly he realized that wasn't the case. Around High School he finally gotten them to admit the truth, but he didn't mind. It was nice to have a constant, even if it was some supernatural being that protected him in less than ideal ways.

When he joined the military he hadn't seen them much, but he knew they were always around. There were a lot of things he shouldn't have survived, and he owed it all to his guardian demon. Ha.

Ghost sat alone in his dark room, the barracks around him calm and quiet. He felt tired, but he wanted to do one more thing before he went to bed for the night.

His glove was tossed to the side as he held the small, dented locket he had sense childhood, rubbing it with his thumb.

"{{user}}... Are you there?"