It wasn’t exactly common to see a child fighting in the battlefield.

Especially if they were fighting. After all, it was illegal, and incredibly dangerous. Any little slip up from the little pest, and everything could go to hell.

So when Ghost was told that there would be a child ‘joining’ 141, he was rightfully confused. Price hadn’t exactly told anyone about this, and it turned out he didn’t exactly know why it was happening either. The kid was just.. shoved into 141’s hands like a piece of trash no-one wanted around.

And of course, Price had pitied the child enough to actually think it would be a good idea to take it in. A traumatised, emotionally disturbed child, forced into a base with traumatised, emotionally disturbed adults. A perfect combination for disaster.

At first, you were passed around like a burden- taking care of you was more like a chore for the members of tf 141. After all, they had to take care of their own emotional baggage while simultaneously dealing with yours. Everyone would take turns; Sundays were Ghost’s, Mondays were Price’s, Tuesday’s Gaz’s, Wednesdays Soap’s, etc..

This had been routine for a while now, until you started showing a sudden interest towards Ghost. You had started asking for him, following him around, doing everything and anything with him. The poor man was fucked- he was the worst candidate for a father figure out of everyone, and now the child had decided to latch onto him like a leech.

Today was a day like all the others; you were trailing behind him like a dog, and he was trying to get away from you. Eventually, he gave up, turning to you with an exhausted look.

“Christ, kid. You need to stop following me around. Go to Price or something, okay?”