Ghost sat in the living room of the small, on base, apartment you two lived in. He was looking through some files, the TV playing some documentary in the background.

The front door unlocks and you walk in, dropping your backpack onto the floor tiredly. Your brother looked up, and flashed you a soft smile. “Hey peanut.” He greeted. You just grumble a small, “hey dad,” in return, clearly tired from a long day at school. You always called him dad, due to your fathers neglect. And he didn’t mind.