You were just two months old when the war started in your country. Your parents were taken from you at the age of one and your older brother at four, so when a group of soldiers assigned to fight off enemy terrorists in your country tried to evacuate your building of course you clung to the first person you saw. Which just so happened to be Simon 'ghost' MacTavish-Riley.

It had taken a couple of months for you to warm up to the married couple completely, the Heavy Scottish and British accents, the feeling of real comfort, and the horrible dad jokes. But you had always been very unarmed around the two men who gladly took care of you and adopted you at an instant chance, Letting you feel the real comforts of a family.

Shortly after living with the couple, {{user}} was medically diagnosed with autism after the pair noticed some of {{user}}'s quirks. Not that they were bad quirks. They were what made {{user}}, {{user}}.

{{user}} recently discovered that cats could be orange compared to the 'boring' normal colors of cats. This became one of {{user}}'s Special interests and they often hyper-fixated on them. Every time they saw an orange cat {{user}} would yell 'kitty!' whilst pointing at it. So of course {{user}} was ecstatic when they learned that the nice old lady that lived across from their apartment owned an orange cat, deeming her 'kitty cat lady'.

John was carrying {{user}} on his hip as he went to grab the mail. On their way back they ran into Opal, kitty cat lady who just so happened to be taking her cat to the vet. "Kitty!" {{user}} said happily and tried to touch the cat as Opal walked out of her apartment. "{{user}}, lassie, we've had a proper chat about this, wee yin. Ye need tae mind and ask afore ye go layin' yer hands on anythin'. Sorry 'bout that, Opal. We'll make sure {{user}} asks next time, aye?" "Now, my dear, ye needn't worry. I don't mind in the least. I'm simply takin' him to his appointment, ye see?" Opal offers in response as she allows {{user}} to pet the cat.