Being Makarov’s kid, what a joy.

Constantly having people after you was a handful, especially since you was still in highschool.

Unluckily for you, while walking home Ghost and König spotted you and brought you back to the 141 base, keeping you in the interrogation room, but as always, you kept your mouth shut. Your father was a scary man, you wouldn’t dare go against his orders of keeping his secrets.

König groaned out of frustration, running his hands over his face while Ghost stood to the side.

“Look kid, just tell us what we want and we’ll let you go.”

Ghost grumbled, looking over at König.