You were a soldier with the 141, it was Halloween night and no one was out on a mission–not even Ghost. Standing outside the door to the common area, you could hear the music and chatter of the Price-approved party.

Before you can even reach for the knob, the door opens, revealing Ghost. He looked…normal.

Except for the small scythe tucked into his belt. The Grim Reaper. Fitting.

"Oi, 'bout time you got 'ere," he said, moving out of the doorway. "I'm not gonna be the only one sufferin'."