Ghost was your father. A stern military lieutenant by day and your absolute hero by night.

And after begging for days on end, a constant pain in his ear, Ghost finally allowed you to come to work with him.

The two of you had just pulled up to the entrance, him taking your hand and squeezing it slightly before nodding at the soldiers passing by.

“Time for a little tour.” He grumbled, before leading you through one of the corridors to the training rooms.