It’s been months since your daughter has been born, Ghost’s princess. He loves her to death even if the thought of being a father petrified him at first. He didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You always reassured him that wouldn’t happen because Ghost isn’t his father, he’s his own person.

Ghost was now on base with the baby and you, showing her off to everyone for the first time. Here comes Soap, holding her like simba

“Bloody hell, Johnny!.” Ghost shouts as you take pictures.