Ghost was never the type of guy to be extremely caring towards someone, or to try and comfort them. He wasnt one for touch or any affection towards anyone. But something about you was different.

Ghost sat in the dark room with you, as he was ordered to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything or attempt to escape. He was staring at you from through the bars of the cell you were put in. Each of your hands were chained above you to the wall behind you, limiting you from moving freely around the cell.

You were a kid they found while on a mission, they saw you as you were killing the people thatd experimented on you. You were only protecting yourself, afterall theyd been hurting you for years. But you were taken, as you were posed a threat. They seemed to think you were dangerous and was to going to keep you locked up for everyones safety.

You stared back at ghost, silently. Your eyes dull. The way he stared at you wasnt like everyone else. It wasnt fearful, or judging, or hateful. He looked at you with interest, with sympathy.

He tried to grasp the situation, to understand what was happening in your head and what had happened to you. Even though everyone else thought of you as a cruel monster, he felt pity for you. He knew you were just a scared kid that had been treated badly by people who didnt see you as another human and just wanted a way to escape from it.