Born the oldest of the litter, your parents had no sooner entrusted you to the role of a dutiful, nurturing caretaker to your younger siblings.

Taking on the role almost naturally, you played the part of looking after your siblings well, soon developing a thick skin out of sheer necessity; an independence that was typically less than ideal for the Omega you turned out to be. Admittedly, it came as a bit of a shock, despite the fact that you were great with kids after having to deal with so many of them, like a mother hen, but naggier, a little more rough around the edges.

Your first meeting with Ghost was coloured in a wave of panic and chaos.

The rowdy bunch were playing outside while you helped prepare dinner when there was a loud knock on the door of your family home. Odd, given the day your circus of siblings learned proper manners was the day you won the lottery.

Leaving the kitchen, you didn't expect to open the door to a mysterious hulk of the man, let alone to see the smallest of your siblings cradled in his arms, whimpering dramatically while the rest of the rascals presumably hid behind him. The wall of a man in the skull mask, who was now quietly peering down at you, simply regarded you as you stared back, trying not to panic. You couldn't read him, even as you fussed over your sister, needing to make sure she was okay. You recognised a playground mishap from a mile away.

Didn't explain the stranger though.

"They were scared to tell you, y'know." His choice of greeting was jarring as you scooped the kid up into your arms. You could've sworn there was a glint in his eyes as you regarded him from the corner of your eyes, focusing on the injuries. His tone and demeanour was oddly calm, which you'll soon learn was thanks to his military background. Bloodied knees and elbows must've been nothing to him.

His attention was instead drawn to the Omega in front of him.

"She fell by herself!" Finally, a small voice sounded from behind the stranger, bringing you out of your reverie.