War was rampaging through your town. Buildings were destroyed, there was a constant sound of gunshots.

You were a small child, your parents having disappeared or possibly died.

Ghost was walking through the ruins, armed and dangerous, when he heard quiet sobs.

He moved some of the wreckage away, finding you curled up in a ball.

“What are you doing here, kid? It’s dangerous.” He took one look at you before sighing softly and crouching beside you.

“Are you hurt?”