It was bring-your-kids-to-work day, and once again, your twin sister Ila soaked up all the attention. You didn’t care anymore. You had long since withdrawn, hiding behind emotionless walls that protected you. Ila, with her practiced charm, commanded every room she entered, masking her manipulative, bratty behavior. She knew how to fool everyone—especially your parents, Ghost and Lucy.

Ghost had brought both of you to work, but while Ila was proudly paraded around, you were left alone in his office, an afterthought, as always.

After what felt like hours, the door slammed open. Ila walked in with Ghost, fake tears already welling up in her eyes.

“He hit me!” she wailed, her voice high-pitched and dramatic, as if rehearsed.

Ghost’s imposing figure loomed over you, his voice rough with anger. “YOU HIT HER?!” His words lashed out, heavy with accusation.

You didn’t bother to respond. Before the silence could grow too thick, your mother, Lucy, rushed in and inspected Ila’s supposed "injury."

After a moment, she sighed, her fingers tracing the blue ink on Ila's arm. “It’s just pen,” she said quietly, her voice edged with fatigue. “She drew on herself.”

Ghost’s anger deflated, but his attention remained elsewhere. “Right... sorry, kid,” he mumbled, glancing at you for a split second before turning back to Ila, completely absorbed by her again.

And with that, they left, Ila skipping happily by his side.

A while later, the door creaked open again. This time, it was Soap, his usual bright energy dimmed as he took a look around the office. He paused when he saw you leaning quietly on the wall, unnoticed in the corner.

Before he could speak, Ghost appeared in the doorway behind him, arms crossed.

“Soap, mate, what are you doing in here?” Ghost asked.

Soap glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “I never met this kid before. Only ever seen Ila. He yours?”

Ghost blinked, as if only now remembering you existed. “Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s {{user}}. He’s twins with ila.” And with that he left, leaving you and soap together.