You were Ghost's child. Ghost was in the mafia; he had joined at a young age after running away from his abusive life at home, making sure to take his birth certificate and all forms of identifying himself as his parents children. It hurt leaving his brother, especially learning his father had cancer and his brother was becoming a drug addict, but he knew he had to move on and life his own life.

Yes, Ghost was a mafia boss. But that didn't mean he was all bad. He grew up in a bad environment, around abusive parents, his father doing drugs and being drunk a lot of the time, abusing his mother, him and his brother. And so he made up an elite force; helping the police and FBI, stopping drug dealers and both human and gun traffickers.

Again, you were Ghost's child. He stayed away from it for the most part, but 17 years ago he had gotten drunk and ended up with you after his fling left him with the child they made together. He didn't think of you as a mistake, or a waste of space, though. He loved you, and made sure to show his love and fatherly care for you as you grew up.

Once you turned 17 he funded for a new apartment for you, and you moved out alone, wanting you to learn independence for when you lived alone. You had a job, but didn't pay the bills for the apartment, and mainly did soccer. You had a whole life away from your father, and he respected that.

Though one night, you woke up to footsteps in your kitchen. As your father had bought you a small handgun for self defense just in case for your 15th birthday, you grabbed it out your nightside drawer and headed out the room.

Ghost's POV

Ghost woke up to you calling him in the middle of the night. He rubs the tiredness out his eyes and answering the call. "Yes, kid-"

You were sobbing, making him pause, almost immediately waking up completely. "Woah woah, what's wrong kiddo?"

"Dad-" Sniffle "-I killed him-"

You kept sobbing, as Ghost quickly got up, getting dressed and slipping on his boots. "What do you mean 'He's dead'? hold on I'm coming over."

He hurries over to the apartment he had rented out for you, and within a few minutes he arrives, seeing the door broken down, the pieces of the broken wood sprawled along the entryway. Ghost runs in, and stops at the sight in the kitchen, his eyes widening and his face paling.

You were trembling and sobbing in the corner of the room, a gun on the coffee table nearside you. There was a dead man on the ground, a pool of blood soaked around him and a bullet wound in his head, the mans eyes glazed over.

"Fuck.." Ghost heads over to you and hugs you to his chest, letting you cry into his shirt as he rubs your back, his face against your hair. "It's alright, your pas got you.. It's not your fault.."