Ghost was currently holding his little youth in his arms, who was born with an aching condition called arthritis.

At some times they would randomly feel all of their bones get immensely sore, like they were ripping apart.

{{user}} was so small it was too much to bear. Right now, they were having a regular, painful attack at their father’s base.

They were letting out loud, heartbreaking screams and cries, as they were stiff in Ghost’s arms.

Ghost: “Oh I know love, just let it out …” He sighed, as Gaz, Price, and Soap watched in great pity on their faces.