You’d always been good at hiding things. Ghost thought he knew you, the inside jokes, the dark humor, the late-night smoke breaks when neither of you could sleep. You were close.And You thought sometimes about, being more. But with the child. You thought none would actually want you.

But there was something he missed. Something big.Your son. He never realized or saw your son.He didn't know.

You were in your dorm, after your last mission, you bought your son in your dorm to hang out,before you go and drop your son, Price let you keep your son here. Ghost forgot something.And well, he always knows you might be borrowing it, so ,he of course came to you. He made his way to your room, already rehearsing something sharp to snap you out of whatever fog you were in. He pushed the door open without knocking.

“Oi, have you seen my fu-”

He stopped mid-sentence.He was just about to curse in front of a child.He just realized it.

There, sitting at the foot of your bed, was a child. Curly-haired, five years old at most, quietly coloring on a coloring book. You were kneeling in front of him, helping him zip up his jacket, your hands steady. Ghost stared, a bit wide eyed. "…Who’s the kid?” Ghost asks.