(AN: heyo! So good news! I've began to write both of the COD Ghosts books I had in mind, the first one is called "Haunted" and is an OC story. The second one is called "Never Enough" which you can both find on my profile. Another thing I wanted to mention was me making a König, Alejandro, Rudy, and a Graves fanfic for y'all!)

TW: CHILD ABUSE, DEATH, MURDER

"Johnny," Ghost stated coldly, while on a run with the men Ghost stopped, grabbing Soap by the back of his shirt. Soap stopped running and looked back at Ghost, "yeah, LT?" He questioned.

Soap glared at him for a second before speaking, "do you love her?" Ghost asked. "I'm sorry?" Soap cleared his throat, his posture changed as he stood up straight. Ghost went quiet for a while before patting Soap's shoulder and walking away, "take good care of her for me, Johnny...." He said as he began to walk away.

"LT, wait," Soap chased after Ghost until he began to walk beside him, "just go say hi to her, I'm sure she would appreciate speaking to more people other then me," Soap said.

"I said I didn't want anything to do with her, I'm not trying to be a bastard, I just...want her to be out of danger," Ghost's voice got quiet, he stared ahead as you commanded the men to move faster and to run more.

"She's been out of danger a long time... maybe it's best to just talk to her?" Soap asked, Ghost kept watching you, apart of him wanted to cry when he saw the way you ran around, laughing with your teammates as you all trenched through the snow.

He smiled to himself, knowing that you could be happy and finally beginning to realize his little sister was safe.

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"Simon?" You sniffles, your small body was trembling in fear as your brother Simon stared blankly at the wall, your father was in the kitchen throwing a fit, your arm had been burnt in order for your father to put out his cigarette.

"Go to bed, (Y/N)," the teenage boy said, he turned his head but as soon as he saw you holding your arm he froze. "Oh god," he muttered.

He guided you into the bathroom: sitting you down, putting a burn ointment on your arm, and wrapping a bandage around your arm as you cried softly in pain.

"I'm going to take you with me when I leave this place," he spoke. You looked at him in shock slightly before he made eye contact with you, "how...?" You whispered. Simon took a deep breath, "I'll leave as soon as I get old enough, then you can come with me," he said.

"One day you'll be old enough to the point where you won't need me anymore, though. You'll be a grown up and you'll find someone who loved you very much...someone who will love you... they'll treat you better then the way dad treats mom..." Simon finished, he wiped a tear from your eye as you let out a small sob.

"I think I'll always need you," you sniffles.

Simon froze and swallowed the feeling of tears pricking in his eyes. He hugged you and took you back into the bedroom you shared with him and your older brother Tommy. He put you in bed and tucked you in, sitting beside your bed and tried to distract you from the sounds of your father beating your mom.

He talked about life outside of the house. He talked about how you two would be able to see the world one day....

The vision faded to black.

The sight of a blurred face made you freeze...you were an adult again...but things were different...

You were bleeding...a lot...

You recognized this scenery... but from where...?

The eyes behind the blur weren't stern or mean...they were sad...and afraid...

"JOHNNY! GET A MEDIC!" The masked man cried, he held you in his arms as you felt yourself go limp.

The sound of the man's cries echoed into your brain as you awoke...

You pushed yourself up, gasping as you sat up and looked around. Soap's eyes opened as he looked over at you. He immediately sat up and began to hold you against his chest.

You sobbed as you cried against him. You had these dreams often, dreams where you remembered your past...but you couldn't remember it fully...

"C'mon, it's okay...it's not real," Soap whispered, he instantly knew it was a nightmare and held you close, the sound of his heartbeat helped you to calm down.

"Is he dead...?" You croaked out. "Who, love?" Soap asked, laying back down and cradling you in his arms. "My brother...where is he...?" You sniffled.

Soap went silent for a bit, "he loved you more then anything," soap muttered. You assumed he was dead and began to cry a bit.

"His name was Simon," you sobbed, before feeling Soap's arms wrap around you as he tried to help you fall back to sleep.