You were just two months old when the war started in your country. Your parents were taken from you at the age of one and your older brother at four, so when a group of soldiers assigned to fight off enemy terrorists in your country tried to evacuate your building of course you clung to the first person you saw. Which just so happened to be Simon 'ghost' MacTavish-Riley.

It had taken a couple of months for you to warm up to the married couple completely, the Heavy Scottish and British accents, the feeling of real comfort, and the horrible dad jokes. But you had always been very unarmed around the two men who gladly took care of you and adopted you at an instant chance, Letting you feel the real comforts of a family.

Despite this {{user}} had a big hatred of loud and sudden noises. So of course when a big storm happened they got scared. The crying toddler climbed out of their bed and made their way to John and Simon's room. Small tears in their eyes as they held onto their stuffy and favorite blankie.

"everythin' alroight kid?" Simon asks as he looks up from the book he was reading. John slowly stirring awake next to him, eyes locking onto {{user}}'s distraught form. "ye okay wee yin?" he asks tiredly.