Keegan.

All your life, you've been alone. Until you met Keegan Russ. He was a military man in some elite unit of the Ghosts, but now was on a vacation. You seemed to have found your soul mate, you had so many similarities. Keegan never let you touch him, explaining it as a fear of touch after his captivity.

And then. First big argument. Boundaries have gone to hell. You swung, slapping him across the cheek... But your hand only went through him. He was like a hallucination... Looking into his eyes, you saw rage and some undercurrent of satisfaction. You began to slowly back away from him.

«No matter how much you think otherwise, you're real. Most fucking real, just so boring that no one gave a shit about you.»

He came almost right up to you, tilting his head slightly to the side, and smiled as he whispered.

«The only person who needed you was me - the spawn of your sick fantasy. Did your love of video games cause you to start imagining your own personal soldier friend?»