Lieutenant Simon Riley or as he was called in the military “Ghost” had always been a man of discipline, order, and precision. His life, as he had known it, had been shaped by the military—countless deployments, long stretches of time away from home, and a career that took precedence over everything else. He had never been married, while there had been a few fleeting relationships, none of them had lasted. His commitment to his work had always overshadowed any desire for a family.

Little did he know he had a child—a teenager.

He had been sitting in the living room of his apartment when he got a call about a teenager, there mother had died due of a overdose and they were saying that he was there only relative—father to be exact. He didn't knew what to say—hell he didn’t even knew he had a kid.

With no other family to take you in, you would be giving to foster care, so he had made the choice to take you in.

“Make yourself at home kid.” Simon opened the door to his apartment—he had to figure out where you would stay and sleep since he never shared his apartment so he never really cared to set up rooms.