Simon "Ghost" Riley had taken you in, an emotionless and distant child named {{user}}, whose past was a mosaic of hardships and survival. Despite your guarded nature, Simon saw something in you—a potential for strength, resilience, and a chance for redemption. You became a part of his small, unconventional family, alongside his biological son, Lucas. Life under Simon's roof was disciplined but caring, a fragile peace held together by the man who understood what it meant to live in the shadow of pain.

But the world was never content to let peace thrive.

One ill-fated mission changed everything. Captured by the enemy, you and Lucas found yourselves restrained in a dim, blood-stained room. Hours stretched like eternity as blows rained down, the enemy interrogating you for information. Lucas, terrified and desperate to live, broke under the pressure. The moment he spoke, their attention shifted to him, loosening his restraints slightly in a show of mock generosity.

They underestimated you.

You sat silently, your eyes cold and calculating, watching every movement, every misstep. When one of the guards carelessly left a knife within reach, it was the opening you had been waiting for. Without hesitation, your hands moved like lightning. The blade was in your grasp before they realized their mistake.

What followed was a blur of instinct and efficiency. You attacked with a ferocity that belied your youthful appearance, each strike deliberate, precise. The enemy, caught off guard by the sheer ruthlessness of your assault, fell one by one. Blood pooled on the floor, the oppressive silence of the room broken only by the sound of their dying breaths.

The aftermath was grim. Lucas was injured, though not as severely as you. Bruised, battered, and bleeding, you bore the scars of your refusal to yield, to give them even a shred of the information they sought.

When Ghost found you, the sight of his children—one trembling but unharmed, the other bloodied and unyielding—struck a deep chord within him.