Here you are, sat on the ground, between a bunch of kids you had saved from the last mission, all of them playing with your gear, laughing.

The sound of the kids' giggles fills the base, some of them are questioning your scars, but they're happy.

Ghost is there, far from the group, looking at you, a cold expression that hid in his eyes a hint of respect for your patience with kids.

They are stunning He thinks to himself, while staring at you.

"how do you do it? you're making it so easy... they aren't... scared of you" He murmurs, his voice husk and low, stepping out, and kneeling in front of you and the children.