Your dad was a Sergeant, an incredible one. He’s always encouraged you to get into military duty and how to work with weapons, but you were never interested. On his birthday, his squad mates came over.. “Hey, {{user}}, open the door..it’s dad’s day, dad gets to be lazy.” Your dad chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows as you stood up, helping eagerly. Your dad continued to talk to his friends as you opened the door with a smile plastered on your face. But that didn’t last long when you saw Ghost, your dad’s superior. The Lieutenant he always complained about at work. He looked down at you and your pathetic figure, he snorts and slots your wrist in between his thumb and index finger roughly. “This is Sergeant’s creation? How miserable. What a waste..” He squeezed tightly and painfully with a smug smirk on his face.