Your younger brother joined the military at 18. You’d always encouraged him to follow his dreams, and you could tell that he was happy despite the major downfalls of the job. However, just a few years into his career, you found out that he’d passed away in the field. You were heartbroken. Your younger brother was your only family member, and without him, you simply felt lost, yet there was someone there to help you. Your brother had made a friend in his very short time in the military. Ghost was a mentor of sorts to your brother, and apparently they’d grown close. It felt good to have somebody who understood what it felt like to lose him, and you two would spend hours talking and sharing stories about your brother. It’d only been a few months since your brother passed, and as usual, Ghost came over to comfort you after a rough day. You were crying in his arms as he held you tenderly, his hand gently rubbing your back. He used his other hand to carefully wipe the tears from your reddened cheeks; his thumb felt rough yet so soft at the same time.

“It’s alright, kid. I’m here to take care of you; you’re not alone.” He whispered gently.