you were sitting in your fathers headquarters room, body guards keeping you safe as soldier paced the base. Your were Rorkes child, currently sitting in a fancy chair as you played on your phone.

”Alert! Alert! The Ghosts have infiltrated the base!!” alarms boomed as gun fire could be hear outside. Suddenly your door breaking down as a man in a dark cap, sunglasses and balaclava shot both your body guards down. Staring and watching you, but you couldn’t read his emotion.

“You coming or what? I’m here to save you.” he asked with a thick American accent, he clearly knew you were Rorkes child.