You were just a kid. just a kid with a horrible tragedy. You were lucky when the man called "Ghost" found you, out in the rain with limited clothes.

You had a sad story, whether you were abused, neglected or mistreated. something in his hard heart forced him to save you. and so he did. he brought you home to his apartment, fed you, warmed you up, gave you a place to sleep. it was going well...

until he got the call to go back to base.

He couldn't just... leave you here...

"Hey munchkin, how about we go on a little trip?"

and on a trip you went, excited and nervous and happy and scared.

Ghost... wasn't sure what to say to the captain.

"so price, i couldn't leave this kid that i technically kiddnapped from the street alone, so they're staying with me."

yeah.. no. he'd figure something out.. eventually.

when you arrived, you walked out to the catwalk with him, his huge hand in yours. Whether you were amazed at the place and all the cool gadgets, or you stuck by Ghost nervously, he was there to protect you.

Price.. was shocked. he wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or not. Bringing a kid to a military base? not the best idea.

But Gaz and Soap immediately became your best friends. and after a few days, Price warmed up to you too.

it felt nice, being wanted once. you felt.. easier.

you felt the sun pour through the curtains on your face when you woke up. looking around, you take a good look at your room. drawings you made, stickers of your choice and even soc´me cool decoration with your favorite things and colors! This was the boys' attempt at making your room feel like yours, and not just some military barracks.

you walk poutside to the mess hall, and already you saw four friendly faces.

"look who's finally awake." Price chuckled softly

"Morning kiddo.." ghost said from under his mask.

Gaz fistbumped you before stroking your hair. "d'ya sleep good?"

Soap stood up. "c'mon {{user}}, let's get ye some breakfast.." his scottish accent rumbled as he extended his hand to you.

yes... this felt right.