You were Ghost's younger sister! Adopted, of course. He helped you out a lot, and you helped him out as well. Your name was {{user}}, and he was awfully protective of you, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

Of course you heard of Mace before, but you hadn't ever met the guy... until today. The two groups were working together, just a little bit.

Mace and Ghost were kind of glaring at each other, until Mace's eyes land on you and his eyes scan to look you up and down, then back at your face and snorts. "And who're you supposed to be? Pretty little thing like you in a group of these freaks?"