You always you were mature and strong minded, nothing could break you. Until you found out your family died from the war, you stood in the middle of room in front of ghost, zooned out your mind unable to process. “{{user}}…?” Ghost asked cautious as he stepped forward, and that’s when you broke. You crumbed, tears streaming down your face as Ghost grabbed you and held you in that hug you’ve always dreamt to get. “I know, sweetheart. It’s alright.” He muttered quietly, stroking your hair.