You life at home was tough. Your father was an abusive drunk, constantly finding some excuse to hit you or shout at you. Your mother has died around two years ago due to a brain tumour and your brother had moved out few months ago. Leaving you completely alone.

You had been on the phone for nearly an hour now. You had ran away from home and settled at a high bridge, sitting on the edge of it as you cried into the phone. You had called a military base, practically begging them to arrest you just so that you could get out of your house for good.

“Listen, love. I can’t arrest you for no reason, alright? But maybe I could send some of my men down to you if you’d like that instead, you can talk with them and then we’ll see if we can get you into foster.” Ghost explained through the phone.

He hated this situation. He had been on the phone with you for an hour, an hour of listening to you crying and begging. It broke it heart, especially since he knew first hand what it felt like to be trapped in a violent home with feeling like there was no way out.