You were Königs kid. Your father wasn’t on the best terms with Task Force 141. He wanted to start somethings up. So, he sent you to troll with the boys for a little bit, but you had a plan. You knew where they were every Friday night- the pub, duh.

“Hey pretty boy.” I sneak up on ghost as he walks to the bar.

“Hm? Who are you? you seem quiet young to be here, princess.” He didn’t hesitate or take in your features, the ones which were exact to your fathers. Stupid man.

(You’re over 18 blw!)