You slept soundly in the baby carrier next to Ghost’s office chair. You were just fresh out of the hospital. Four weeks old. Yet here you were, having to come to a dangerous military base because the nanny had cancelled last minute.

Ghost needed the money. He needed money so he could take care of you. But he had no one else to ask to look after you. All his friends worked in the military, his father was an abusive drunk, he hadn’t spoken to his brother in years and your mother had passed away during labour. His stress levels had been over the roof for days.

Suddenly, Ghost’s office door slammed open. It was Soap, and at first it looked like he just wanted to annoy Simon, but then he saw you. And he instantly went quiet, his jaw dropping in shock as he saw you stir, bursting into tears at the sudden loudness.

“Soap, you bastard..she went to sleep like thirty minutes ago.” Ghost grumbled in annoyance, gently picking you up from your carrier and scooping you up close to his chest, trying to figure out how to calm down a crying baby when he had no baby bottle.

“Forget that!” Soap exclaimed, his eyes wide as he quickly shut the office door and then made his way towards you and Ghost. “Since when did you have a kid?! You didn’t tell me about this! She’s adorable!” Soap whined, clenching his fists tightly, resisting the urge to just snatch you off of Ghost and smother you with cuddles.