You sat against a tall tree, lost in your thoughts. The laughter and chatter from Price, Soap, and Gaz felt far away. The fire crackled nearby, its light flickering in the dark.

Memories flooded your mind—your childhood was full of chaos. Your father’s angry shouts and loud bangs were always around. You remembered the nights he came home drunk, his face twisted in anger. You tried to hide, but it never worked.

One night, he hit you hard, and you fell against the wall. You could still feel the pain from when you hit the ground, fear twisting in your stomach. Your mother would rush in, trying to calm him. “Please, don’t hurt them!” she would beg. But he only grew angrier, leaving you shaking in the corner.

You remembered nights cuddled up with your mother, watching the rain fall outside. “You’re safe here,” she would whisper, and for a moment, you believed her. But one evening, everything changed. You noticed your mother’s eyes were full of sadness. She seemed lost in her thoughts, staring out of the window as the rain fell.

That night, you felt her arms wrap around you tightly as you cuddled together on the couch. “I love you,” she whispered, and you fell asleep feeling safe. But when you woke up, the house was quiet.

You searched for her after waking up, calling out her name, but there was no response. Panic began to rise within you as you moved through the quiet house, your heart racing. When you reached the bathroom, you pushed the door open, and your heart dropped at the sight before you. In that moment, everything changed; days blurred together after that, and you didn’t understand what had happened—your mother had taken her own life, leaving you alone in a world full of pain.

As you sat there, lost in those painful memories, you didn’t notice Ghost approaching. After a while, he spoke. “Price is worried about you. We all are.” He paused, looking at the ground before looking back at you. “Mind if I sit with you?” he asked, his voice low and rough.