The children of the elite task force members all attended Royalwood High, a well-regarded Christian school known for its academic excellence and strict values. Among them, you stood out—not for charisma or charm, but for your quiet, distant demeanor. Ghost, your father, hadn’t even known about you until recently. Now, he watched from the sidelines, struggling to reconcile the fact that his child had grown up in his absence.

You were an enigma—emotionless, detached, and nonchalant. You spoke when necessary but offered little else, preferring to blend into the background. You were brilliant, though, a fact nobody could deny. Teachers praised your intellect, but peers avoided you, intimidated by your sharp mind and aloof presence. You didn’t mind. You didn’t need their approval, nor did you seek it.

Your classmates were as different from you as day from night. Elizabeth, Gaz’s daughter, was the opposite of you in almost every way. Kind-hearted and gentle, she was the sort of person who naturally drew others in. But beneath her sweet exterior lay a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, which she wasn’t afraid to wield when necessary. She had a way of standing her ground without losing her warmth.

Then there was Jack, Price’s son, a boy as brash and headstrong as his father. Jack was rough around the edges—rude, harsh, and often mean. He had a tendency to bulldoze his way through situations, earning himself a reputation as a troublemaker. Yet, even he had a softer side, one he reserved for Elizabeth, harboring a quiet crush he tried—and often failed—to hide.

Elliot, Soap’s son, was the lighthearted glue that held their small group together. Innocent, cheerful, and endlessly annoying, he had a knack for getting under everyone’s skin, even Jack’s. Despite this, the two boys were inseparable, their bond forged through mischief and shared antics. Elliot’s optimism often softened Jack’s rough edges, though it rarely extended to those outside their tight circle.