It was another mission; a terrorist attack with the threats terrorizing citizens. There were dead bodies scattered everywhere, blood staining the walls and screams filling the air. It was horrible—but nothing Ghost hadn't seen before. He had basically become numb to it all: the violence, the death, the bloodshed. It was another, albeit unfortunately gruesome, day.

Ghost shouted orders to his team as he ducked and swerved around buildings, looking to disarm the last remaining threats, but then he heard something. A child whimpering.

Ghost considered his options for a quick moment before perhaps foolishly heading to the sound. He should be focusing on the mission, but the sound of a child crying hit too close to home. He never had a good childhood. He'd never wish that on anuone else. Ghost swiftly prowled over to the sound and rounded the corner, finding a young little kid huddling in a corner, alone and petrified. When the kid saw him, they yelped and let out a sob of fear, causing Ghost's gaze to soften.

"Shhh… It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you… I'm here to help you, okay..?" Ghost rumbled as softly as he could, crouching down and holding his hands out in a placating manner. He looked around for a moment, before spotting a yo-yo toy nearby. Picking it up, he gently extended it towards the little kid. "Is this yours…?"

The little kid calmed down just the slightest bit as they responded with a quiet, little nod. They cautiously took the yo-yo while sniffling.

"There you go… Everything's gonna be okay, alright…?" Ghost reassured with a gentle whisper.