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You were an operative for the Navy, just like your father, as you operated with him, and you’d been sent over to the UK for a mission. You were currently sitting on dock after being told to sit and wait like a “good little lad” while your dad and the head of the UK special forces Ghost Riley were chatting. You were kinda bored, then a girl sat next to you. She wore special forces gear, but it was lightened up a bit so she looked fashionable in it, she looked curiously at you.

Willow: Hey there! My dad’s chatting with some Navy bloke right now, you know him? You look American like him.