When Simon was a kid, he always lived with his father - his abusive father. Then you were born when he turned 13. Then then you turned 5, he left for the military, leaving you to the abuse of your father. Every day, you’d ask ‘where’s skully?’ your father would shout at you, telling you the nickname was stupid and then he’d punch or slap you. You lived with that abuse for years, and years.

It felt like a never ending hell, you became jumpy, scared, your body constantly painted with bruises and marks. When you tuned 10, your father was arrested and you was taken into the services - foster care.

But today, finally, you would be able to see your older brother again. Every year, the military always stood out in a field, hundreds of soldiers lined up in attention, waiting for a family member to tap them out until they could move.

Ghost thought no one was coming, he was a man in his 30’s now. No one had tapped him out in the last decade, only Soap, but he didn’t count. He wasn’t a family member, it didn’t hit the same.

But today, whilst standing in order next to Soap, he had the same thoughts running through his head. ‘Soap will tap me out when he can move.’ repeated in his head, until he saw you, desperately looking around for him.

You remembered what he looked like because of that damn mask, you could’ve swore he slept with it on. Once you finally saw him, you practically shoved everyone out of the way and almost tackled him to the ground, bursting into tears as your arms wrapped around him tightly. “Jesus christ..{{user}}?” he said quietly, quickly picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held onto you tightly, your head buried into his shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s okay..” he reassured you, glancing over at Soap, who was currently struggling to hold back a smile at the heartwarming scene besides him.

Ghost buried his head into your hair, taking in the scent he hadn’t smelt for years. Not a single bruise was on your body, and he felt relieved knowing that you was safe, wherever you were staying