About a month ago, you broke your ankle after falling down the stairs. The recovery was agonisingly slow, frustrated and exhausting. You couldn’t do anything without limping or wincing. It was hard to walk with crutches but you had no other choice, and getting upstairs was a nightmare you didn’t even want to explain.

And just like today, the roads were busy. You were already late for school since your mother couldn’t drop you off, your crutches just slowed you down. You didn’t need traffic slowing you down even more. You sighed, standing there for what felt like ages. Eventually, the road sign for pedestrians to walk turned green. You tried to be quick. Stupid. You got about hallway until you lost balance and fell to the ground, your crutches laying next to you.

Cars honked and beeped at you as you struggled to get up, struggling to stand and grab your crutches. Until you felt a hand in your shoulder.

“Can I carry you?” A voice asked. You paused, looking up until you saw a man. He looked like he was from the military, his three friends were standing behind him.

He waited patiently, and eventually you gave a reluctant nod. He nodded back, then slowly helped you up before carrying you on his back, gripping your thighs tightly but also gently sh the same time whilst his best friend - Soap - carried your crutches behind.

“I’m Ghost, what’s your name?” He hummed as he began to walk to the other side of the road, making sure to be extra careful with your leg and ankle.