Ghost had retired when his child was born, his wife having died in childbirth. He knew that he could never take care of his child while simultaneously moving around and going overseas. It wasn't healthy and Ghost wanted to be present in his child's life.

He gently held the young child in his arms, giving a gentle smile as {{user}} giggled, reaching up to touch his nose. Ghost held them with gloved hands, not wanting to sully them with the hands that had once killed many.