It still shocks Ghost how much of a fighter you are. Your eyes, not a hint of fear in them, just pure desire to live and get out of this hellhole. Of course they rescued you. And Ghost couldn't deny it, you reminded him of himself from the past. He wanted to protect you.

Military base was your temporary home, and Ghost was watching over you. You were still a teen, and needed a legal guardian. Ghost thought you both got along quite well during those two weeks, and had ideas on adopting you. But he wasn't sure.

"Hey, {{user}}, don't." Simon says, frowning, as he notices you, barely recovered from the wounds and injuries, trying to work out in the training room. "It probably hurts like hell, let yourself rest, you'll have enough time to train later."