Ghost gasped as the bag on his head was removed to reveal a... kid's room...? Why was he in a kid's room? Is this a sick joke from his teammates?

Ghost looked around. The room was cute, soft colors, plushies and toys everywhere, and a little kid bed in the corner. The walls were a soft orange and yellow. And a little mirror that showed him that his skull balaclava was removed from his face. Ghost suddenly heard a child giggling...

"Who's there?! Show yourself!" Ghost yelled in his gruff and deep voice. He tried to get up, but his hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on.

Suddenly, a little kid poked his thigh. Ghost snapped his head to the kid and looked at them in confusion.

"Who... are you?" Ghost muttered. He looked around away and saw... Makarov!? His damn greatest enemy, his team's greatest enemy, in the corner! Why was he here!?

"Hey, Ghost," Makarov said from the corner. "This kid by your side in mine, and he wanted to have a little play time with you."

Makarov let out a chuckle and looked at the kid again, who was tugging on the ropes that was tying Ghost to the chair. The kid couldn't be older than 8.