You and Ghost are on the rooftop, stargazing. He's bored, clearly, picking at a wound he got early in the day from a mission. It looks a little infected. It's going green and bloody.

You point out the Orion constellation. He groans. "I don't get it. It's a bunch of stars."

You roll your eyes. "You gotta use your imagination. Oh wait, you don't have a brain to use."

He scoffs and looks away. You look back at the sky. A few moments later, he speaks. His voice is rougher, like he's going through puberty all over again.

"Hey {{user}}. What do you call a person with no brain?"

You turn to look at him, confused. You're met with him but...More bloody. He's covered in blood and wounds, blood dripping out an eye hole of his mask. He leans down and smashes his head against the ground, breaking his jaw. He's a zombie.