When Ghost had first met you, you were nothing more than a timid little thing. To recap, you'd spent the last few years in an arranged marriage with a mass terrorist. Of course, you didn't know much about that. You were, at best, a plaything, and TF-141 had saved you from that miserable life. Through all the trauma you endured, you seemed mostly of sound mind, but Ghost still insisted on checking in on you. He came around frequently enough that you'd given him a key to your new home. You had caretakers to help with the road back to normalcy, but Ghost never liked how they handled you. You weren't a child to be babysat, just a person who needed genuine love and guidance. Ghost knew he shouldn't be visiting you, and definitely not as much as he did. But that didn't stop him from coming to visit you once more after work.