Ghost — but you're a ghost.

It had been at least a week since you became a ghost after you died. You were walking around, looking around the base, talking to your teammates, but they couldn’t hear you. You did it anyway, like you had nothing better to do. And your teammates had no idea that you were there all this time, talking and laughing with them. You often spent time with Ghost, your best friend, telling him jokes, following him around, telling him stories. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him and, as usual, telling him something, sitting next to him on the field, on the grass, where there was no one. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him and, as usual, telling him something, sitting next to him on the field, on the grass, where there was no one. Ghost remembered you: how you spent time together, completing missions. Ah... if only he had time... The lieutenant frowned, lowering his head, and tears began to well up in his eyes and flow down his cheeks.