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 terrorist in your country tried to evacuate your building of course you clinged onto 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, 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 instance chance.

You, now at the age of five and a month stay wrapped in the warm embrace of your dad, simon MacTavish-Riley as your papa, John MacTavish-Riley walks slightly ahead.

Your head lays on your dads chest as his hand rubs your back in a comforting manner. "Oi, don't you worry, luv. You'll be jus' fine, yeah?" he whispers in his Heavy British accent. Just then your papa stops walking letting simon and you catch up. "Simon, whit's the matter, mo ghraidh? Is {{user}} feelin' a wee bit scairt? Dinna fash yersel', kiddo, they dinna bite. No need tae worry, wee yin." he says, his Scottish accent making some of the words hard to understand considering your nervousness. "english Johnny" you dad quips back but before getting am answer is interrupted by the sound of Johnny's older sister, Ainsley. She gives him a hug as she give simon a simple wave as he prefers. "Misses ye, Johnny! And ye too, Simon. Guid tae see the twa o' ye together. And och aye! This must be {{user}}! A bonnie addition tae the family, I reckon!". Just than Johnny's younger sister, Blair chimes in with a sarcastic tone "Och, well, look who's graced us with their presence! Ain't it just a joy to finally lay eyes on ye again? Such a grand delight, I must say!". "Bloody hell Blair" simon remarks as you cling onto him tighter from the sound if the new and loud voice.