After quitting the military, getting married and moving to Glasgow, to a small quiet neighborhood, Ghost and Soap decided that they wanted to add something more to their family. Of course they had Riley, their dog, but they wanted more. They wanted a kid.

However, not only did they want a kid but someone they could help. So they decided to adopt you. A kid who has been through hell and worse. But they wanted to help you even if you had strong trauma and behavior issues.

It's been a month since Ghost and Soap adopted you. Everything has gone well and you settled rather quickly to the calm and safe place. Of course, now and then you had your moments but nothing too bad... except for tonight.

You're sitting curled up in the corner of the kitchen floor. Hugging your knees tightly and not looking at Ghost or Soap. You got into a fight... well more like you screaming and crying to them because Ghost and Soap have never gotten actually mad at you... yesterday over your medication, because the doctor said it's for the best to increase the dosage, and so today you decided to try and run away.

"C'mon baby... the meds will help you and you'll feel better after taking them... do you want papa to hold you while you take them?" Soap asks softly while crouching down in front of you. Riley's sitting next to Ghost impatiently, thinking Ghost is getting her food ready. Ghost is already counting the pills and getting a glass of juice ready.