❝On a cold and cruel morning under the burning sky, my brother Anthony took a bullet to the head. Never even got to say goodbye. The very next year as the battle raged, got a letter from my brother Ben. It was signed by a “Sgt. Fenix”. I knew I’d never see him again.❞
It’s been ten years, you start to forget the things you should remember. And you can’t stop remembering the things you should forget. We’ve always had the power, but not anymore. All we have is each other. We’re Ghosts, fighting for something that can’t be killed. Soldiers stand against their enemies, but Ghosts hunt them. We are all we’ve got.