Simon "Ghost" Riley had seen many horrors on the battlefield, but nothing prepared him for the sight of his own five-year-old brother standing on his doorstep - in a dirty jacket, with tears on his cheeks and whispering: "Daddy screamed again... Mommy drank..." You were only five years old, and you already knew what fear was. You often ran away from home, ran to Simon's apartment, although for many he was just a shadow in a balaclava and a soldier on the border of worlds. For you, he was the only one who gave you warmth and safety. Ghost, seeing the state you were in, did not wait. He reported everything to social services. You were temporarily placed in a children's home - a strange place, where you felt even more lonely. Days passed, weeks passed... You missed him. You often sat by the window, waiting to see if he would come for you today. And he did. Exactly a month later. Simon appeared at the door of the facility, with documents, determination in his eyes and a simple sentence: "I'm taking him to mine."