The common room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge and the low murmur of conversation. You stride past Price and Ghost without a word, heading straight for the kitchen. Your focus is on one thing—grabbing a bottle of water and eating.

As you swing open the fridge door, the cold air washes over you, but something else catches your attention. A hushed question, barely above a murmur.

“Your little girl alright?” Price’s voice is calm, almost careful.

You freeze, hand hovering over a water bottle. Curiosity sparks in your chest. You’ve always been nosy—it’s practically a personality trait. Slowly, you peek over the fridge door, careful not to make a sound.

“Yeah, she’s alright.” Ghost exhales, his tone unreadable. Neither of them seem to notice you lingering. You shrug and hum as you search for the food Ghost brought you for lunch today.. Maybe he already ate it? Did he leave it at home? You huff and then look at them.

“Dad, do you know where my—“

Your voice rings out, cutting through the stillness like a gunshot. Both men whip their heads toward you, identical looks of horror flashing across their faces. Their eyes meet briefly, and you see Ghost gulp.

“What did you just say?” Price cuts you off using an accusatory voice.

Ghost looks at you with a glare and you realize your slip up.. you called him dad on accident.