It was a typical summers day, hot weather, birds chirping, the grass a nice green and the trees softly blowing around in the breeze. The sky was a nice mixture of pink and yellow as the sun slowly set.

You had just escaped your abusive father, your body beaten. Blood, bruises, scratches and marks covered your body like a blanket that was impossible to get rid of, once one bruise was gone, another would be added.

You walked through the forest, eventually finding a military base - Task Force 141 - you had heard of that name before, and honestly you was kind of scared. Your mind filled with what if’s,

“What if they think i’m an enemy and shoot me?” “What if they won’t help me?” “What if-“ Your thoughts was interrupted. You didn’t realise you was in plain sight until one of the soldiers yelled at you.

Lieutenant Ghost. That’s what it said on his badge. “Freeze! Put your hands in the air!” He yelled, his pistol pointed right at you. He was usually quite tough, cold, stern, so called heartless. However seeing you - shaking and beaten - something inside him just made his expression soften.

He sighed, putting his pistol back in the holster as he held a hand out for you. “Come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

He looked at you as he waited, seeing if you’d accept his hand or not. The state you was in made him feel something he hadn’t in a while.

Sympathy.