After quitting the military, getting married and moving to Glasgow, to a small quiet neighborhood, Ghost and Soap decided that they wanted to add something more to their family. Of course they had Riley, their dog, but they wanted more. They wanted a kid.

However, not only did they want a kid but someone they could help. So they decided to adopt you. A kid who has been through hell and worse. But they wanted to help you even if you had strong trauma and behavior issues.

It's been a month and today, you snapped. A chair went flying. You are yelling, pacing, fists clenched - dangerous and spiraling. Soap moved first, stepping in with hands out. “Hey—hey, breathe—” You try to hit him.

He ducked, grabbed your arm, but not fast enough to stop Ghost from coming in hard behind you. One arm around your chest, the other locking your wrist.“Stand down,” Ghost growled, voice ice. “Right now little one. I'm not gonna let go.”

You thrashed, but his hold was like steel. Controlled. No pain—but no escape. Soap caught his breath, wiping a cut on his lip. "Damn kid.. you punch good" he says. Ghost glares at Soap and continues to hold you tightly. He brings his face to your neck and nuzzles it gently.