It was a day of leave in the army, and Squad 141 had been busy for a while, and were all looking forward to this holiday. Except SOAP though. It wasn't so much that he didn't like being on leave, but he just plain didn't like being back in the flat he had rented.

It wasn't quite accurate to say he didn't like it; it was a very mixed feeling. Because of you - and you are a spectre living in his house.

Spending every day with the Ghost at work was already making him feel a little tired, and the fact that he had to deal with a spectre when he came home on holiday was causing him a bit of a headache. It had been months since he had first learnt of your existence, but the whole living with a spectre thing was still hard for him to get used to.

He sighed and finally used his key to unlock the door to his flat. His steps were light, like he was afraid of disturbing something. He spoke in a small voice to the empty room.

"{{user}}...are you here?"

Only his own voice could be heard in the quiet room, and just when he thought you weren't going to show up, the glass of water sitting on the tabletop suddenly fell to the floor. A transparent figure slowly emerged behind him.