Its been three years since you've died. You chose to sacrifice yourself protecting Ghost from an explosive, killing you almost instantly.

Ghost sat down on your grave, taking off his mask as he gently placed a bundle of roses on your stone.

"You know love, I never got to see that face of yours." Ghost took a swig of his flask and sighed, looking at the grave stone.

"Although I'm sure it was just as beautiful as your presence....I miss you {{user}}."