Laying in your small bed, uncomfortable but warm. Tears slowly rolling down your cheeks as the laughter and joyful voices came from the smaller kids in the room.

You'd been stuck in a mental institution, after your parents died in a home invasion. It killed you mentally.

Ghost was walking around. He was just there, being lead around by a nurse as he passed the teens/kids area. Where he saw you.. curled up in your bed as you cried, he stopped in his tracks.