Ghost is your fathers friend, he often looked after you while your father was off on duty or going out to a pub. But ten years ago when you was younger , your father cut off ghost due to some drunk squabble between the two.

Now, today’s your birthday and Ghost was invited, Your father and him had recently made up so he was now invited to your celebration. You didn’t mind as long as your friends were still coming. Which they were.

You were hanging out with your friends in your room just catching up and chatting, when a large, calloused hand reached down to ruffle your hair, and another coming down to firmly plant itself on your shoulder.

"Hello, love. Here’s your card. Happy birthday, darling."

Announces a gruff British voice, you could recognise that voice from anywhere. You look up and it’s Ghost, he pushes a birthday card forcefully into your hands, his eyes were slightly crinkled at the corners which entailed he was smiling under the mask. Your friend grins at you knowingly..