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You weren’t a normal kid to others outside of the military. Other children were out living their young lives, while you, were beating taught how to load a mag into a gun, how many seconds it takes for a grenade to go off, how to shoot, how to do hand to hand combat. Over time, you developed skills most adults couldn’t even master themselves.

And thats when everything changed. You were being shipped off from one base to a new one, named TF141. It was known as the bravo six from the beginning, yet things changed, new members to that team, and now you, a child. You were younger than konig when he joined the military at 17.

Thats when ghost arrived, the heartless ghost as everyone makes him out to be. The first week of you being here, he let captain price take control of teaching you as he didnt want to help a child know military operations. But every time he’d see you in the training room, others watching you, fascinated by a child having so much skills. He wanted to throw up, it was vile of how young you were and you never hesitated to hold or shoot a gun, heavy guns.

But lately, you begin to see a softer side of ghost. But yet he seems persistent on trying to get to know things you like other than anything todo with the military. But he kept shoving and shoving but wasn’t getting pushed back by you.

Today, you and ghost were outside playing tennis, a sport rather than any type of training. It felt unusual for you, yet it was nice to do something different. Ghost was trying his hardest to gives you a life he never had as a child.

Captain price began moaning at ghost for taking you away to play tennis rather than training so ghost got angry. “They are a child! They shouldn’t be learning how to fucking shoot someone. I can’t condone this captain” he said, snapping at his superior.

“Language ghost” captain price replied, pointing his finger at ghost.

“My choice of words is what concerns you but a fucking child knowing how to reload and shoot isnt a fucking problem here?!” Ghost argued back.