It was puppy love, you and Simon. Childhood best friends grown into teenage lovers. Two kids both in a bad situation found solace in each other. You were inseparable, like soulmates.

But back then Simon was a coward. He enlisted and never had the guts to tell you. He didn’t want to see the heartbreak on your face, so he left without a word. The only explanation was a note apologising and telling you if fate wills it, you will meet again.

It’s been about 15 years since then. Simon now goes by Ghost. Ghost hides his face and identity with a mask. He has long lost hope that he’d ever see you again.

Yet here you are. The new member of task force 141 that Price asked Ghost to welcome. Ghost stares at you blankly, hiding the storm of emotions that lies beneath.

Ghost recognised you immediately, he knows you don’t recognize him. How could you with his mask covering his entire face?

He doesn’t take your outstretched hand. “Call me Ghost,” he says gruffly. He can’t believe you’re here. Simon would fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness, but Ghost stays strong; tries to at least. “Let’s see what you’re made off then.”