Your mother often drank too much, and your father was just a fleeting memory—a one-night stand. When she was drunk, she did wild things, like that time she dragged you to a skatepark. You never dared to refuse; you knew it would only make her angry and unleash her wrath. You resembled your father in many ways, but your hair and eyes were distinctly your mother’s.

One night, she left you at a strange place that looked like a military base. Her slurred words sounded like a goodbye, and by the time you called out, it was too late.

The lady at the front desk looked at you with a curious expression. "What brings you here, young man?" she asked.

Just then, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz walked in. You felt a jolt as you locked eyes with Soap; he looked so much like you. To your surprise, he seemed to notice the resemblance too.

The receptionist watched the scene unfold, her silence heavy with unspoken words.