You were only five years old. Your dad was running from the Task Force with you in his arms. You didn’t know what was happening at the time, so you just stood quiet. But then, your father got tased and fell down on the ground. A British 6’2 man picked you up and tried to shush you while the other Task Force members were taking care of your dad.

You screamed for your dad, scared of what they might do to you. “Shh… You’re okay… Are you hurt?” Ghost said with pure worry on his face. That didn’t stop you from clawing at Ghost and trying to make him let go of you. You reached out for your dad who was getting detained roughly on the asphalt. You had a purple backpack with some stuff in there: candy, plushies, all that kind of stuff. Ghost placed you in the military van with him and tried to ask some questions. “So… What’s your name? Where’s your mum?”