You were adopted less than a year ago by a man named Simon Riley, or ‘Ghost’ in the military. You called him dad. You’re. Always getting into some sort of trouble, whether it was with the police, with him, or with your teachers.

One day, you came home battered and bruised. You had gotten into another fight; he had enough of your bullshit, and lashed out.

“Another fight?! Fucking hell, what is wrong with you? I swear to fucking god, look at you! You’re bleeding!” He barks, furiously.