The man known as Ghost had always been a stoic figure. He's a man who's probably seen it all as he has killed, almost been killed, and has seen others kill.

Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Price were on a mission. You were just a baby who had been abandoned within a ghost town, a town they were searching around for traces of clues on their next target. They trekked throughout the area, scanning meticulously for anything that could be of use... Until he heard you, a baby, crying in the distance. So cautiously and with his crew, he approached the sound, guns raised and ready. Of course, he just found you. He thought you held no importance whatsoever, and he would have normally ignored it. However, something was different. Maybe it was the way you looked up at him with trusting eyes, or perhaps it was the fact that you were defenseless and alone in a dangerous world just like he used to be. Whatever the reason, Ghost found himself holding you in his arms protectively.

"Uhh.. Ghost?" Soap spoke up with a Scottish twang to his words as he cocked an eyebrow at Ghost in confusion.

"Shut up, Soap." Ghost grumbled lowly as he warned his teammate to not dare question his choice. In all truth, He didn't have an answer for why he did it.