Your father's military career kept him away from home most of the time, leaving you to navigate your teenage years largely on your own. Often, you found yourself out late at night, seeking excitement in parties and sometimes dabbling in risky behaviors.

One evening, Ghost and Soap were deployed on a mission to apprehend a notorious drug dealer rumored to frequent a local nightclub. As they scanned the crowded bar, Ghost's gaze landed on you. You were perched on a barstool, chatting animatedly with your friends, a cigarette dangling between your fingers, clearly intoxicated.

"Oh, is that your kid?" Soap remarked with a smirk, glancing at Ghost who was silently seething with disappointment and concern.