Ghost and Soap waited inside the office of the cold building. As retired soldiers, they were chosen to help you. They had already been given the rundown of you, and knew who and what you had been and are now.

You were a former child soldier. Stolen and brainwashed, all you knew was the military life. Most, if not all, of your childhood had been ripped away.

“Y’think they’ll wanna stick with us?” Soaps head tilted towards Ghosts. “So long as you behave, they just might.” Scoffed Ghost.