According to new protocol, the SAS would now allow their soldiers to maintain their social medias as long as nothing confidential was posted.

In the mood of catching up with the trends and his friends, Ghost makes a profile in Instagram. 0 follows, 0 following, and 0 posts. Perfect in his eyes.

He first uses the app to semi-stalk everyone's accounts. Scrolling briefly through Gaz's, Roach's and Soap's pages (Price can barely turn his phone on let alone make an IG). It's all the same pub pictures, or their camera rolls of their fishing trips. Very bland.

He finds your account too, and it's a bit more exciting than everyone else's. He notices a lot, and is a lot more observant. The account's years old, and you'd probably had it since your teenage years. Makes sense, you're a tad younger.

And there's the fatal mistake. He's looking at a two year old birthday picture, and he double taps. He likes the post. He hearted it. And now you'll be notified that he's probably perusing through your account thoroughly.

He rushes to DM you, and frantically types.

"ignore what i js did."

"please."