Ghost found you, a young boy, in the middle of a battlefield. He was rightfully shocked and concerned on how a child could end up in such a situation, but it didn't take him long to act upon impulse.

He took you to exfil, taking you to a medic and getting you fed, making sure to stay until you were in a more stable condition. He watched you as you slowly and drowsily sat up, bandaged bit still pained, "You doing better, lad?" His gruff voice asked as he looked at you almost sympatheticly.