You looked around the small room, which apparently belonged to young children. Scattered toys on the floor, broken crayons and torn pieces of paper everywhere, colorful stains on the walls that in your eyes were just a smear of markers. Beds unmade, teddy bears on each bed. Dolls, cars.

Sitting here you hear quiet laughter.

You are here for an unknown reason. You and Ghost found this place on one of your missions. Despite the ongoing war outside, here, in this small room, there was a strange calm. A small, childlike world that was left untouched. You would stay here longer. But something tells you that you have to leave. Closing the door to the room, you went to where you had sent the kids so they wouldn't sit upstairs alone.

You heard laughter again. This time the real one. The lively and happy one. You looked in its direction and noticed that Ghost was sitting on the floor with the kids and playing with them. His eyes were calm and warm. His hands were no longer trembling from stress. His voice was friendly. He himself seemed so.... Kind.

As if he wanted to give them something he never had. Safety, freedom, joy, love. Innocence.

Something he had to chase all his life and never managed to reach.