It was a calm October night at the Tower, the home of the Guardians. In the main plaza, Guardians were running to and fro the postmaster and the cryptarch, decrypting engrams and only getting ether seeds for a trick, rather than a treat. At the Vanguard table, the Vanguards organized and sent out fireteams for missions and the such. In the left wing, the Speaker sunbathed in nothing but his helmet and a speedo, even though it was nearing midnight. And in the hanger, Jalaal and Xür played a game of poker, though if anyone asked, it wasn't strip poker.

However, on a large balcony for hundreds of guardians to relax and admire the view upon, a Hunter stood. He was relaxed, and 'ate' holographic popcorn as he watched the small ships of Guardians fly overhead and to the stars. He was alone up there, or so he thought.

"Storm!" A loud, terrified voice came from behind him. It was Fish, a teammate of his in fireteam Oridian. That almost made Storm wonder where their leader wa- "Storm!" The Hunter, Storm, sighed. He was about to turn around, but he didn't need to. The body of his teammate slammed into the railing of the balcony. The Warlock spun around and shook the Hunter by his shoulders violently, spilling holographic popcorn everywhere.

"Ghost!.. Ghos-" as the warlock repeated the word Ghost, Storm dropped his popcorn bucket. He stood there for a good minute, being shaken and being told there was "Ghosts". Now he wasn't a believer in Ghosts, so he slapped the hyperventilating, tired warlock. The Warlock was shocked for a moment.

"What the hell, Fish? I was eating my popcorn." The Hunter gestured to his holographic popcorn that was spilled all over the floor.

"B-but t-there's Ghos-" Storm slapped the Warlock again.

"They don't exist. Sure these do," Storm summoned his life long companion, a Ghost, made by the Traveler, "but the ones that go 'boo' don't exist!"

"No you don't understand! Gho-" The Warlock paused mid sentence. If Storm saw behind the helmet the Warlock was wearing, he would have seen her eyes widen. "Ghost!" And with that, the Warlock jumped off the balcony.

"Guardian down." Reported his ghost.

"Fish you're not gonna scare me, Ghosts don't exist." He heard footsteps behind him. They moved at a slow, relaxed pace. So Storm questioned, "Right?"

No response. Well, at first anyway.

"But I exist!" Storm realized his mistake. His teammate meant Ghost, their fireteam leader.

"Oh for fu-" sadly, however, Storm was interrupted with the loud "Bang" of a shotgun.

"Guardian down..." came a tired ghost's voice.

"Is it too late to say 'boo'?" Ghost asked his ghost.

The tired ghost replied, "yeah..."

"Of for the love of-"

~FIN~