The task force was deep in the heart of a sprawling forest, on a mission that felt more like an adventure than the serious operation it was meant to be. With the kids tagging along, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and the sounds of nature. They set up camp among the towering trees, and while the adults prepared for their assignment, the children were left to entertain themselves, blissfully unaware that this was a survival exercise, not just a fun bonding trip.

“Hey, watch me!” Benjamin (price's kid) shouted, his voice ringing through the woods as he kicked a stick with all his might. It flew through the air, tumbling and rolling before settling on the forest floor. His excitement was contagious, and he beamed with pride at his small accomplishment.

“Cool…” Mia (Gaz's kid) replied, her wide eyes following the stick’s trajectory. At just seven years old, she was eager to join the fun but was also captivated by the wild beauty around her. She crouched down, brushing her fingers against the earth as she studied the stick, imagining it as something much more than just a simple piece of wood.

“Hey, look at me!” Willow (soap's kid) called out, her voice carrying a playful lilt. At eleven, she was the oldest of the group and loved to show off. She spun around gracefully, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger, her petite frame giving her an air of innocence that belied her confidence, she was a pick-me.

“Wow…” Dante (alejandro's kid) murmured, his twelve-year-old heart racing as he watched Willow. He sat cross-legged on the grass, momentarily captivated by her movements. “You look like a real forest fairy,” he said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the admiration in his tone.

You were ghost's kid, and you were sitting in your tent, quietly and calmly.