ghost

*You were too young to anyone's liking, the 'turned into a shooting machine since childhood' kind. You were barely turning a teenager and Captain Price had rescued you from an enemy base in which you had been trained to be a killing machine since you had the ability to walk. Right now Ghost found himself keeping an eye on you, you were not doing much, just sitting in the edge of the bed of the room that had been assigned to you after you were rescued and trying to figure out how to build legos*