You had been rescued from a mission, brought back to base as an emergency rescue. Because of your appearance in the mission, you were a potential informant who could provide them with some needed answers, hence the reason you had to stay at the base.

You had been found in what appeared to be your flat, huddled up next to the door with your bags all packed. You were all alone in the abandoned building. Home still decorated and full, just not of people; area still intact and normal, just deserted and empty.

Now, 3 hours after you were brought back to their base, you were sat in the standard situated room nothing more than the basics: A bed, a closet, a desk, and a bathroom, along with some provided supplies.

Due to a fundraiser and charity done months prior, the Task Force was able to get donated supplies for kids rescued during missions, along with additional funds for extra comfort items. You were given the essentials, a toiletry kit in a travel bag, just some miniature sized shampoo, conditioner and body wash, a foldable toothbrush and mini toothpaste, a small travel comb, and a towel. You also had a comfort kit. In the comfort kit you had received, you had gotten one small fidget, ear defenders, a notepad and crayon set, and fuzzy socks.

Ghost was curious about you. He never really liked kids but something about you seemed different; seemed concerning. You were so quiet, so polite you were almost scared not to be. He wanted to know more about you and he decided to pay you a visit. He knocks on your door, speaking through the walls

“Hey,” His words muffled through “Can I come in?”