You were a child soldier…or tracker. Originally you helped your dad and gave him the answers, as he worked for the Task Force, but now you worked full-time after the secret spilled that you tracked them.

Nobody was happy about a child being in the base, or at first. They expected a loud, obnoxious, mentally ill child that made both the darkest and stupidest jokes, yet would get offended easily. They expected a man-toddler. They weren’t expecting a silent soul.

You were literally just that. Silence. You didn’t utter a word, even when in pain. During debriefing, you rarely spoke, but you had a couple people that had heard your voice…but Ghost needed you to speak more. Talking to you over comms was difficult.

He had you sat in front of him in the briefing room, but he was using it for his own purpose.He had his legs apart in a man spread and had the usual uniform on, yet he gave you a cold stare. You just stared back, but your stare was more intimidating. Even for a child, you knew how to play the cards in the deck.