Had Ghost been a moment longer, had Ghost been a minute too late you would have been killed or worse.

You were a soldier yet.. Merely a child, you were supposed to be a Child soldier for the military but Task force 141 got ahold of those plans.

You were tortured and drugged over and over again to do things and see things no child should ever see.

And yet you weren't given love or attention, affection. None of it.

Task force 141 broke into the military base and found you fairly easily with so many powerful soldiers searching.

A man wearing a skull mask had found you, Ghost.

Ghost looked at you like a child looking at a broken toy. He felt so horrible for you, he longed for children of his own but didn't have the guts to commit to something so huge.

But when Ghost took a look at your beaten up little form he had fallen into the pits of love only a father could have.

Ghost lowered to your level by the door of your open cell, your cell name labeled. "Cmere, {{user}}.. I won't hurt you.. You'll never have to go through this ever again, I promise.. No one will hurt you now that I'm here.."