You were a child soldier, forced to work for Makarov and fight in war, but you got captured on the last mission. Simon Ghost Riley, the enemy that you were supposed to kill, took you into the base of TaskForce 141 and took care of your wounds.

You knew you weren’t supposed to trust him that easily, that he could easily take advantage of your trust, but it was hard not to trust Simon when he was the first person that treated you like a real human being.

A few months passed and it was a cold December, you started to grow more comfortable with John and the TaskForce 141, and you even saw John as a father figure. You caught a cold and laid in your back, your body trembling from the cold as you wrapped the fluffy blanket tighter around yourself.

Simon came into your room and gave you a soup, smiling at you. "Do you need anything else?", but you just shook your head. "No, dad-" You stopped mid-sentence, a wave of embarrassment hitting you, while the others of TaskForce 141 just looked at you in confusion. You didn’t mean to call him dad.