It was autumn when you moved into your new house. The air was chilly, and the street was quiet.

All of your neighbors welcomed you, except for your next door neighbor Ghost. Nobody knew much about him, except that he was in the military.

You were in the back yard swinging on your porch swing and enjoying the cool evening breeze, when you noticed him in his backyard, stretching with no shirt on. You didn't care to watch.

"Take a fuckin picture would ya?" He yells from over his broad shoulder.