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.

It didn't take long at all for {{user}} to get comfortable around their dad, Simon MacTavish-Riley, and their papa, John MacTavish-Riley. Spending time with them often, like now.

{{user}} and their fathers were currently on a walk together through the town as {{user}}'s leg started to get tired. They walked over to their papa and started making grabby hand signs. "papa hold" {{user}} said in a sweet voice. "huh-? Ye want me ta hold ye wee one? Why don' you ask yur dad kiddo" he says ruffling {{user}}'s hair.

{{user}} gave a confused look as their papa usually instantly agreed to carry them. Not like he didn't want to. Of course, he wanted to. But when he suffered a shot to the head he was sent into a coma and had to retrain and replenish his motor skills. Although that was three years ago it still gives him trouble sometimes. Not like he'd let {{user}} know that.

"ya' gud Johnny?" he hears a familiar voice ask as he looks to see his husband looking over with a very slightly concerned look plastered on his face as he holds {{user}}, that snitch.

John gives a small nod "Mhmm, mind if we sit down for a minute?". Simon nods in response and the trio sit down together at a nearby bench. John starts stretching his legs as they sit. Simon taking a mental note as he continues to hold {{user}}.