The next morning, the man woke up, he tried to stand but found a bottle of water with a note, "Be back soon! Stay inside."
The man looked outside the window, then looked down at his damaged armor. He sighed and began taking it off, when Charli opened the door. The man drew his pistol and aimed it at the door.
"Easy! Easy! It's me!"
The man sighed then lifted his pistol again as Clarity entered.
"Holy shit.."
"Clarity! Wait, stay back."
"GET AWAY!" ordered the man as he fell over.
"Shit, Clarity, get me some bandages."
"Charli! He looks like a New World Order soldier, we need to..."
"I'm not."
"Bullshit."
"No really, he's not Clarity! His armor says, made in Ottawa! Like Canada."
"Not Canada."
"Wait, there's another Ottawa?"
"CHARLI! I don't care where he's from."
"America."
"Yea yea...wait, did you say?"
"Yes, I did say America."
"Holy shit, people are still alive there."
Charli and Clarity sat down in front of the man.
"Are you hungry? I brought you a granola bar, it's all my mom feeds me."
The man snatched the bar and tore the wrapper off.
"Woah, take it easy."
"So, you gotta name metal man?"
"The Ghost."
"The Ghost? Is that some stupid meme?"
"No, my title is The Ghost of Ottawa. Nobody gets to know my real name, except maybe a few people back home."
"Wait there are more of you?"
The Ghost didn't answer, he just looked at the two as he finished his bar.
"How old are you Ghost?"
"I'm 22."
"22?! You look..."
"It's a disguise."
The Ghost stood up and took off his old man mask revealing to the two his face.
"Holy shit..."
"Charli, quit staring at him."
"Right, sorry."
"So Ghost, if you're from America, you know what it's like without them..right?"
"Them, as in the Order?"
"Yea, what's it like?"
"Well, its rough thanks to them hitting us with every kind of missile."
"Wait, we were taught that your government did that."
"No, they let it happen."
"So they lied to us..."
"That's what they do, lie and cheat everyone including you two."
Charli looked into the Ghost's copper eyes, down to his armor.
"What are you doing?"
"OH, I..."
"Don't mind Charli, he's a little gay but never hurt nobody. His parents moved he from America actually, right before everything went to shit."
The Ghost looked to Charli, then to Clarity, then back to Charli.
"You're from America?"
"Yes."
"Well, now you have my full attention."
Charli blushed as Clarity laughed.
"We need to find you a better place to hide."
"Like where?"