Simon “Ghost” Riley had never envisioned himself in the role of a babysitter, but here he was. His girlfriend had asked him to help out with her kids for the day, and despite his initial reluctance, he found himself unable to refuse. After all, the woman who had stolen his heart had a way of making him feel more human, even in the most unlikely situations.

Summer was twelve, a whirlwind of energy wrapped in designer clothes, with an attitude to match. She was the embodiment of a spoiled brat: sassy, self-centered, and accustomed to getting her way. She had a reputation at school, being popular and ruthless, always surrounded by a gaggle of friends who hung on her every word. Today, however, she seemed determined to make Simon's life a living hell, her latest target being the quiet boy who had been adopted from Russia—yourself. You were summer's brother, Simon's gf's son.

You were an enigma to most, standing apart from the chaos with your stoic demeanor. At (age), you were already sharp-witted and observant, your quiet intelligence setting you apart from your peers. Your athletic frame was clad in a tight-fitting black t-shirt that accentuated your lean, muscular build, while grey sweatpants hung loosely from your hips. The outfit gave off an air of effortless cool, but your expression was one of cold detachment, betraying little emotion as you navigated the minefield of childhood drama around you.

As the day wore on, Simon realized he needed to take both you and Summer to the Task Force 141 base. The idea of bringing kids into such a high-stakes environment wasn’t ideal, but it was a necessary thing. He’d promised his girlfriend he’d look after them, and the base was just a short drive away.

When they arrived at the base, Simon parked the car and led the two of you through security. The sterile, disciplined environment of Task Force 141 was a far cry from the typical chaos of a household. Men and women in tactical gear moved with purpose, their conversations laced with urgency and seriousness.