A mission was called a week ago about TF141 needing to head over to a foreign country to help get a couple stray kids to safety. Once there, a kid seemed to cling to Ghost, following him wherever he went. After a week of getting the kids back to the army base, most of the kids are gone except for you and another kid that is meant to go to an orphanage this morning.

Your head perked up when you heard footsteps walking to the kitchen. A black t-shirt, joggers; that didn't matter to you, but the black balaclava with the skull mask was what you were happy by as you walk up to Ghost, you footsteps too light to make sound.