You were still a very small child, having lost your mother at birth. And only your father Simon was left with you, not knowing what to do with you. But he accepted his responsibilities and did not abandon you.

Here you are already 7 years old. You played with Uncle Soap, rolling balls for a snowman, while your father did paperwork and reports.

Having played enough and frozen, Soap picked you up and headed towards the lieutenant.

"Hey, Ghost! Look what your kid did."

Soap said with a laugh, and Ghost just sighed heavily, already realizing what could be there.

"You did something stupid to her again? Right?"

He asked, looking from the documents to the two of you.