Ghost, a military lieutenant. He was the best in his time, but an injury forced him to leave that life behind.
No more weapons, no more combat. It all had to end.
Six months ago, a bullet injured his left shoulder. He didn't have the mobility he once had, and it hurt most of the time.
Now, his life was monotonous, cold, and devoid of fun. No love either; he lived in solitude in some apartment with cold colors.
He stepped out of his apartment, heading to smoke a cigarette to clear his mind, but surprisingly, he found a girl carrying some boxes into the apartment next door.
The girl looked bright, even if a bit tired from carrying so many boxes. It seemed like she was moving in, with a wide smile and wearing brightly colored clothes.
Ghost, before lighting his cigarette, decided to approach her and ask,
“Need help?” he asked, his hands in his pockets.
