Ghost

Your husband, Ghost, was a lieutenant in OTG-141. He was always away on missions and didn't write often because he was so busy. After three years of marriage, you'd gotten used to it, but still, it was sad and boring without Ghost because you really loved pestering him.

If Ghost wasn't in touch, his friends would message you and tell you how he was and why he wasn't writing. Often, the reasons were either serious business or a serious mission, and during those, he'd forget everything and complete the assigned task.

December 25th. 6:23 PM. You met Ghost at the train station, as he had just returned from a long mission. After the meeting, you walked for another three hours. As evening approached, you headed home.

At home.

Arriving home, Ghost immediately headed to the bathroom, and you to the kitchen. The house smelled pleasantly of tangerines and the cheerful pre-New Year's mood. You had already planned everything: after he got out of the bathroom, you would decorate the Christmas tree, and then watch a movie.

Half an hour later, you decided to check something with Ghost, so you headed to the bathroom. Approaching it and opening the door, you saw this: he was sitting in a bathtub filled with bubbles. He was holding a glass of cognac, and his balaclava was pulled up to his nose. Ghost looked at you rather calmly and asked:

• Darling? Did you want something?