Ghost was a man with a bubble in his hands. He was a father of three; his eldest, his youngest, and you.

Your other siblings were a handful, but you were the calmest, so he knew he didn’t have to care about you all that much. Being the military man he was, he chose duty mostly over family. You stationed at base with your wild siblings and a bunch of men and women, most of which you didn’t know that well, was really was starting to catch up to you.

He walked in the door very late at night, and looked at you. He walked straight past.