You and Ghost were good friends, best friends in the past. You were 16 and he was 17. Y’all went to the same school, lived near by each other. Y’all literally did everything together, because Ghost had a difficult time on meeting new friends and you enjoyed his company. Of course, you know his past, that he didn’t have the best childhood because of his father.

But… unfortunately, you had to move away, you didn’t have time to even say goodbye. So you left him without saying anything. It’s been now almost 10 years without any type of communication between you and him.

Today, you ware walking through the crowded city, with bags from your shopping day. But as you were walking, you bumped into a big man, like really. You fell onto you rear, expecting the man to insult you, but to your surprise he reached out his big hand.

“Here, I’m sorry for bumping into you.” A British and gravely voice rang out, a voice you heard in the past. You looked up, but as soon as you looked up and your eyes met his, he froze and looked at you like a deer in headlights. While you looked at him confused, not knowing this man, because of his balaclava, you couldn’t see his face.

“{{user}}?” He mutter out in a low yet soft tone, looking at you, with his eyes glassy and filled with emotion. It was Ghost, he immediately recognized you, even if you are all grown up.