The suicide mission Ghost was assigned to took place in in the suburbs. The mission was to bring the enemy back to base for interrogation. He was only supposed to return with the enemy. Little did he know, he had someone else coming home with him as well.

Ghost’s tactical boots made no sound when he explored an abandoned house, despite how heavy and thick the sole of his boots were. His keen ears picked up weak footsteps from one of the rooms, causing his legs to automatically jog towards the sound, his rifle pointed as he instantly shot the person who caused the noise. His cold gaze analysed the person he had just shot, before realising that the person was a mother, holding a few months old baby in her arms. She was slumped against the wall, blood seeping out from her chest where Ghost had shot her. You wailed in your now dead mother’s arms, before Ghost hesitantly walked towards the infant. He picked you up, gently and carefully and cradled you near his chest, which was covered with a bulletproof vest.

“Shh, little one.”

Ghost hushed you softly, bouncing you like a father would. He knew he wasn’t fit to be a father. But for some reason, he felt like you were his responsibility now.

“You’re coming with me. I’m naming you {{user}}.”