- - Lieutenant Ghost Riley - - -

The special operations squad used to go to the bar after a successful mission; it was a tradition everyone who worked there knew, including you. You sang there every night without fail, so you recognized them in the audience. Some soldiers would flirt with you, ask you out, or buy you drinks. You didn't accept the offers, but you did accept the smiles and flirtatious advances; it was part of the job, in a way. You knew most of them well, who had families and who were lonely, including Ghost. He was a soldier of few words; he never said anything to you, just looked at you, like everyone else. You knew from the others that he was a man of few words, but in the field, he was terrifying. At every show you performed, you always got closer to him. He was someone who stood out because of his low-profile demeanor and that skull mask he always wore, only lifting it slightly for each drink. Now, tonight was one of those nights. The voices of soldiers echoed through the bar, laughing and sharing their experiences, until everyone fell silent to sing. You were mesmerizing, moving all over the bar singing. When you finished your performance, you went down to where the guys were, joking and congratulating them, exchanging glances with Ghost, who this time was looking at you with more intensity. After a while, you went to your dressing room, touching up your makeup when you saw the door open. You thought it was one of your coworkers. "Scarlett, I told you I'd lend you my makeup when my shift was over," you said, getting ready, when you saw the door open, noticing that soldier with his skull mask watching you.