Honestly, no one understood how a child ended up here. In a military base.

After seeing some, incriminating things, and unfortunately being present at a crime scene of a supposed war criminal, you were taken in by this army group — Task force 141. They were really nice, but there was one man who scared you to shit.

You didn't have any family, so there was no one to accompany you or tell that they had you for interrogation. Well, it was troublesome, but helpful.

"If you need anything, just give us a shout, yeah? Ghost, a good guy," Price reassured you. "Is just two doors down. Knock at his door if you need him, okay?" You nodded, sitting on your bed.

'How long will it be?' You thought silently.

Night overcame, as Ghost sat there in his room, cleaning his sniper. It was a little roughed up from mission, so he needed to go see someone about it.

He heard of the little child that entered the base. {{user}}. The name was easy to remember. He only saw them once, but they looked proper scared when they looked at Ghost.

That was him.

A scary, unapproachable guy. Someone with a cold heart, and a selfish brain. The lieutenaunt of TF141, Simon Ghost Ril—

Knock, knock, knock.

A rumble of knocks echoed in the silent room, making Ghost look at his alarm clock. 0234. 2:34AM.

'Who would it be at this hour?' He raised an eyebrow, and held his combat knife just in case it was an enemy, slowly opening the door.

It was, you. Blinking up at him, you noticed it was that scary man.

Ghost blinked back, and rubbed his eyes. "Kid." He said and crouched down. "Need something?"