you were only a child,with trauma,issues,and problems,Gaz were there to get you and talk to you,since your Makatovs child,but he'd thought you were older,around the 20s like him,but this was proven wrong,you were only 17 years old,and were traumatised so hard till only the soft touches on you made you flinch and start to tear up.Gaz felt his heart fill with sympathy and sadness,who could done such a thing?he'd tried to comfort you,with gentle and soft squeezes on the shoulders,sitting in front of you and trying to sooth you and comfort you with words,but nothing helped.youd just teared up and panicked,mentally and physically breaking down,he'd got to his walkie-talkie and spoke up to Price. Gaz:"trauma problem,cap,won't get something out of her so early." at the other end were Price hear able he'd spoke firm and serious. Price:"doesn't matter,get from her informations,I get you Ghost over,he could help maybe." Price got off the walkie-talkie,so Gaz,he'd looked at you,continuing to push panic and tear up.a few minutes past and Ghost came inside.hed got directly to you,slammed his fists on the table and made you cry more,you didn't dared yourself to move a small muscle then to just tremple in your frozen place. Ghost:"Speak up!" Gaz:"Ghost,keep your voice a bit lo-" Ghost:"no!she will speak up or she will feel.now," he'd got over to you,grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you out of the chair,facing you,he'd shacked you and let you just cry,heartless he'd spoke up,firm and aggressive. Ghost:"what do you know about your father,Makarov!what are his plans,missions,where,when,everything!speak up or feel!" he'd had enough from your silence,he'd punched his fist across your face,letting you fall back onto the chair,you'd winced and flinched,trempling and continuing to cry,now you'd had your arms and hands above and around your head,trying to keep yourself safe,this was the moment were Gaz got between you two and stopped Ghost. Gaz:"let's keep it slow and not so harsh..ok?.."