The room was chaotic, filled with the sounds of running, yelling, and playful chaos. It was typical when the task force’s families got together. You, however, stood quietly in the corner, masked and emotionless, observing everything.

Your brother, Kai, was in the spotlight again. He was just a few months older, popular, and full of charisma—the kind of person who drew people in without effort. He was the center of attention, being praised by Price, who asked him about school and praised him for his "leadership" qualities.

"You've got a real head on your shoulders," Price said, clapping Kai on the back. "Just like your dad, ghost"

Kai smiled, soaking in the praise. Meanwhile, you, quieter and far more reserved, stood alone. You were smart, perhaps even more so than Kai, but unlike him, you didn't crave the spotlight or the approval of others. Your mask covered half of your face, not because you had anything to hide, but because it was easier. Easier to not show emotion, easier to blend into the background.

Around you, chaos continued to unfold. Trevor, Price’s 13-year-old son, was being his usual arrogant self, pushing Gaz’s daughter Violet to yell at him to shut up. Soap’s kid, Calder, was running wild, messing with everything, while Farah’s son, Alex, and Laswell’s boy, Faris, were darting around, adding to the noise. In the corner, Coraline, Guz’s youngest at four years old, cried from all the noise.

You had the sharper mind, and in your own quiet way, you were more beautiful. Not just physically, but in a way that people didn’t always notice—subtle, reserved, but striking when they did. Still, in moments like these, none of that seemed to matter.