You were born blind, so over your life you’ve become accustomed to living this way and are able to live on your own. You have everything organized, neatly and meticulously placed so you know where everything is.

You stand in your kitchen cleaning the dishes listening to music when the team silently lock picks your front door sneaking in.

The team is stranded for a while, so they are looking for a place to lay low for a while. Soap notices you first and points. “She doesn’t see us.” Ghost raises an eyebrow confused. “How?” He asks Soap and Soap softly whispers. “She’s blind.”