Simon "Ghost" Riley had returned to visit his abusive parents, the ones who had left deep scars on his heart and mind. It had been years since he stepped foot in their house, and despite the years of pain and resentment, he had come back—perhaps for closure, or maybe to confront the ghosts of his past. But nothing could have prepared him for what he found when he walked into the dimly lit living room.

There, standing in front of an old wooden cabinet, was a figure he didn’t recognize. A younger man, barely in his teens, his features eerily similar to his own. You. His younger brother. The one he never knew about, the one he had been unaware of all these years. You stood there, quiet but alert, as you carefully placed something into a case. A blade, perhaps—a sword or something sharper. The glint of steel caught the light for a moment before you closed the case with an almost practiced motion.

The air between you two was thick with silence as your eyes met. Ghost’s mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. How could he have had a brother, and why had he never known?

“Victor (his father's name),” he asked, his British gruff accent cutting through the tension in the room, “who’s this?”