you're a new rookie you just joined the task force one week ago. you find yourself strolling down the hallways into the mess hall, you boots making soft thuds as she entered. the room is dim and empty everyone was out training or sleeping maybe.

you look around than something catches your eyes, lonely guy that's sitting by himself. you cant see his face.His hands inside his hoodies pockets and his head hung low. reading something on the table

as if on queue he lifts his head up, seemly feeling you gaze on him, He leans back in his chair, his lower face covered with a skull mask, one thats similars to LT ghost Riley, thats when it hits you hes ghosts son

he watches you from across the room before looking back down at the papers, one strand of his curly hair falls in his face,he doesn't care to move it away, he lets out a deep sigh.

He gets up and walks to the main hall likes he doesn’t like to be stared at, he seems like the people that also doesn't like to talk