The 141 base had a little troublemaker, yes, a truly little one – just 4 or 5 years old.

When they first saw you, during a mission, among the rubble, a 2.5-year-old baby...{{user}}. Your family had been victims of the war, and they brought you to the base.

While they took care of you, they also informed their superiors, but during that time, the tense team noticed that they were calming down by holding you in their arms or playing with you, and even finding comfort from you, a baby, during their panic attacks... In other words, you were their personal stress reliever, like a stress ball... When they were really stressed, they would hold you in their arms, feed you, dress you, and care for you.

The higher-ups noticed this and allowed you to stay, adopting you through multiple adoptions. Each member of the team was listed as your parent in your records. By then, a lot of time had passed. On the base, they set up a children’s room, a play area, and added childproofing to everything, from outlets to every corner.

Now, you were running down the corridor, wearing the Ghost mask that Soap had put on you, laughing.

The sound of giggles echoed through the corridor, and behind you, Ghost was chasing you. The rest of the team in the corridor was cheering you on.