You were sitting in the armory and cleaning your rifle. Your heart was heavy, your head filled with thoughts of what would happen if you decided to point the gun at your mouth and pull the trigger. Or is it better to take a gun and shoot yourself in the temple? Then you would have died almost exactly like Johnny. The only one who could make everyone smile and bring light with his smile. “I miss him too... And I don’t want to miss you too,” Ghost said, taking the rifle from your hands.