Ghost was searching through abandoned buildings in a small town that was bombed a few days ago, he was looking for any survivors. His heart dropping and his face went pale once he saw you, a small child…severely wounded and malnourished, you were about the age of 7, you were shaking and had a small blanket wrapped around you as you cowered and cried in a corner, he ran up to you and looked over you.

Ghost: “Bloody hell…Kid, what happened to you?…”