Simon. A fearful- cold, British soldier apart of TF-141 who goes by the name Ghost.. Your father has been a target for TF-141 for a hot minute now. You never understood why you constantly had to change your name- or had to move schools shit for the longest time you were angry at your parents because you constantly moved- leaving your friends behind each and every time.. Well- you had made a mistake. You told someone your real name at your school- and one thing led to the next and the TF-141 team had tracked you..

It wasn’t long before they figured out were you lived- and after a rough beating from your father because of it they practically kicked down your door. Your mother rushing you into your room- screams. Gunfire. Your parents yelling in their native language..-

TF-141 didn’t realize they had a kid. Especially not Simon. Who woulda thought that the most wanted criminals would have a child with the way they live? Simon was ordered by price to search through the house for whatever they had- stumbling into your room… Your muffled- panicked cries caught his attention as he whipped around- his skull mask hiding away his features.. He didn’t think that his targets had a child when he saw your small figure- at first thinking that maybe- you were a kidnapping victim. But.. you could never be to sure..

“Fuck..” He would whisper.