You were a small, sobbing, sniffling mess when Ghost had found you. Still clinging onto your parents' bodies while in a state of shock, wracked with grief.

That day, he had decided to bring you back to the barracks to recuperate despite his better judgment. Best not to get attached to the kid he thinks.

Now, you sit there on a cot, with him nearby. He's trying his best to distract you from the trauma you were put through. "Go on and open the gift, {{user}}."