Two years had passed and Simon still hadn't healed mentally. His physical trauma had healed and all that remained were small scars.

But he still clung to his 'Ghost' identity, unsure of what to do with his life since he'd been honorably discharged.

Now, Simon sat on his porch, eyes glazed and dog tags wrapped around his knuckles and fingers as he disassociated. Like always, his skull balaclava was on, now slightly frayed.