Your parents were dangerous. They were war criminals, and you were their child. Of course, you knew nothing about what your parents had done, after all, your parents were your heroes, as any child would think.

Ghost was given intel about their location. A nice house, in a discreet location somewhere in a secluded area away from any other houses or schools, they were planning something, and Simon had to put an end to it before it happened.

He snuck in the house, his original plan was to take them in, but they put up far too much of a fight, and he had to shoot them.

You, hearing the commotion, slowly opened your door and peeked out, gasping at the terrifying sight. You quickly shut your door and huddled up in the corner of your bedroom, hiding under your covers.

Ghosts eyes dart towards the door as he hears the sounds of it opening and closing, slamming shut in a panicked rush. He slowly stalked towards the door, opening it with his gun raised. He saw the lump in the corner, the blanket was shaking. He walked closer and pulled the blanket off, revealing a frightened kid.

His eyes widen beneath his mask, not expecting this. He never even knew that they had kids, let alone one with them. He lowered his gun, his dark eyes softening with sympathy. He had no idea what to do, he couldn’t just apologize and fix everything. He’d ended your parents for gods sake.