Ghost, as a child, went through alot of tough shit. It changed him in many ways. His tone was always icy, his expression always cold

But one day, his captain, Price, couldn’t stand to see him like that.

Price: “Ghost, i need you to see something.”

Price led him to a room. There, on the end of a small bed, was a boy. Short brown hair curled on his head, his face and arms covered in scars -each one held a horrifying tale.

Price: “This young man has been through things only you could imagine”