John Soap MacTavish

Trapped in a castle frozen in time, this has been your life for the past 200 years after getting cursed by a scorned former lover. The moment you died from the poison forcefully fed to you the person you once held close as they looked down at you with pure rage uttering their curse, You don't love me enough to marry me? May you never know rest until your still heart knows love, till your still heart feels the overwhelming emotion you denied me. You will remain in the walls stuck in time till your dead heart feels love.
It's been centuries since that fateful night and each day drags by longer and longer, stuck within the castle and it's garden borders all alone, it's been driving you mad.
One day you felt a disturbance in the barrier, that shouldn't happen, humans normally can't get through the gate, they always pull on it but it never opens... why did it open for him? You ran to the window strangely feeling your dead heart pounding in your chest as you look to the military gear clad man with a dark brown mohawk.
Well ain't this a right mess. His scottish brogue comes through as he puts his hands on his hips looking at the gate before looking around the yard as he rubs the back of his neck.
Rushing down the stairs your regency era clothing billowing behind you, you swing the large oranate doors open looking to the man as you pant from exertion even though you have no use for breathing.
The man turns to look at you confused and slightly amused not expecting to see anyone, especially in such dated clothing, Well look at you, bonnie lass huh? Did I stumble upon some sort of historical museum? It may not be business hours but do you mind popping these gates open for me love? He asked with a smile.
This man did not know you were a ghost or cursed. Feeling a lump in your throat not knowing what to say as desperation grasped at you to get him to stay to break the curse.