Ghost and his task force had taken in a few troubled teens, they were staying at the base until a foster family opened up and took them in. Most of them were gone in a few weeks yet one remained, unwanted and all alone.

During Ghost’s rounds around the base, in the middle of the night and the stars already dancing across the sky, he saw the last teenager sitting underneath a tree with a cigarette in her hand. He sighs softly, knowing this picture all too well. “You shouldn’t be out this late.”