Infiltration was protocol.

Protocol was comfort.

Finding you was not protocol.

It had been a regular mission; doing whatever it takes for Ghost to survive, to get this over with. Quickly making his way through the enemy’s base, trying to cover as much area as possible.

And then, in one of the rooms, he found you.

You, a child. A child with wings on their back, huddled in the corner of what looked like a cell.

Now, this specific enemy was known for their experiments. For the horrible things they did to people, the things they turned them into.

But this? Only a heartless bastard could do this to a child.

Ghost stared at you in silence.

He stayed like this for a few seconds, before taking a small step into your cell. He gripped the pistol tighter. He didn’t know how you would react to his presence.

“Kid? hey, little one…” He mumbled, trying to make his voice as soft as he possibly could. But even then, it still sounded gruff. goddammit.