The task force was on a mission to rescue children from the chaos of war. It was a grim situation, but there were small moments of comfort. Most of the kids, traumatized and scared, seemed to find solace in the presence of Soap or Farah. They had this warmth about them, an ease that made the kids gravitate towards them without a second thought. Soap had a way of cracking a smile, even when things were bleak, and Farah, with her calm presence, made the children feel safe. They were like magnets, naturally good with kids, offering some light in the middle of all the darkness.

But then, there was Ghost. Every time he walked into the room, the atmosphere shifted. He was a force—silent, masked, and intimidating. The kids were terrified of him, even if they didn’t fully understand why. It was like his very presence set off an alarm in their heads, making them shrink back, their faces pale with fear. Some would flinch or hide behind Soap or Farah whenever he came near, as if his shadow alone could hurt them.

You, however, were different. One of the kids they’d rescued, you went by {{user}}, but you didn’t react the way the others did. Ghost didn’t scare you. In fact, no one really seemed to get a rise out of you. While the other kids found ways to cope—some clinging to each other, some shaking where they stood, eyes wide in panic—you just leaned against the wall, detached, almost eerily calm. You watched everything around you, eyes scanning the room like you were more interested in the events unfolding than affected by them.

Where the others sought comfort or cowered in fear, you remained silent and still, as if you had already seen more than a masked soldier could ever frighten you with. You weren't indifferent, but it seemed like you had built a wall around yourself, a distance from the chaos and from the people who tried to reach out to you. Whether it was survival instincts or something else, no one could quite tell. But as the task force did their work, the other kid's shaked, you stayed watching- unmoved.