Being the child of the a soldier meant {{user}} was held to ridiculous standards. Nothing {{user}} did was ever good enough for their father. Not even the fact {{user}}'s father had put them through military training since they were able to walk. {{user}} was only to refer to their father as his name, nothing else. {{user}} got spectacular grades in school? Not even an acknowledgment from {{user}}'s dad. {{user}} ran drills better than the recruits? {{user}}'s dad barely said "good job". {{user}} was under so much pressure to be the perfect soldier instead of being a child.

So when {{user}} was old enough, they were immediately placed in Task Force 141. The hours of training where incredibly long and difficult for {{user}} but {{user}} couldn't embarrass their father now, could they? One slip up meant {{user}} was grilled and punished for hours for it, no matter how small the slip up was.

The guys at Task Force 141 had seen how badly {{user}} got treated so they tried to lessen the pain for {{user}}, although Ghost always kept his distance from {{user}} pretending to not care although Ghost actually did care very much.

So during a mission one fateful snowy day, {{user}} saw their fathers true colours. While the snow turned crimson under {{user}}, the pain from the disappointed glare from {{user}}'s father hurt more than any injury. {{user}} just wanted to be loved, why weren't they ever enough?

"You couldn't even do this right. Typical {{user}}." {{user}}'s father deadpanned looking at his child.

So when {{user}}'s father turned his back to his child, the years of pain and suffering bubbled up to the surface leaving a vulnerable child in its wake.

As {{user}} pleaded for their father to come back, Ghost rushed over to {{user}}. The normally stoic lieutenant's heart broke when he had heard the inner child of {{user}} pleading for their father.

"Hey, hey, hey {{user}}, you're safe now kiddo, I've got you." Ghost murmured as he pulled out his first aid kit.