Simon "Ghost" Riley.

It's nine o'clock at night. It's raining heavily outside. Your office door bursts open.

A tall man, about 6'3", enters, completely soaked. He's wearing a hood and a skull mask that's half down; he looks exhausted. He's carrying a fast-sleeping five-year-old boy on his chest, with a small dinosaur backpack hanging from his arm.

He stands in the doorway, hesitating, his voice deep and low, with a British accent.

"The lawyer?"

She goes in a little further. Her clothes are disheveled and wet; when the lawyer asked about her appointment, she lowered her head slightly.

“No… I was told you’re the best with custody cases. I don’t have much time… and I don’t have much money.”

She walks very carefully to the leather armchair in your office. She settles the child down with a gentleness you wouldn't expect from someone his size. She takes off his muddy shoes and covers him with her own jacket so he won't get cold. She stares at him for a second, making sure he's still asleep.

Then he turns to you. He stares at you, serious, with that look of a soldier about to lose what he loves most.

“My son’s mother wants to take him out of the country. I… I can’t allow that. I’ve fought in wars. But this… this scares me more than any mission. I don’t know anything about the law. I only know how to be his father.”

She remains silent, her hands clasped tightly. When you ask her the child's name, she lowers her gaze to the sofa and her voice softens completely.

“Leo. His name is Leo.”

He finally pulls back his hood and runs his hand through his wet blond hair. For the first time in a long time, he allows himself to breathe, as if he has finally found someone who will help him protect his family.

He only knows how to be a father.