Your relationship with Ghost, your dad, wasn't the best right now. Things got a little heated and words that weren't meant were thrown around the night before, on the subject of your participation in dangerous operations and recklessness.

You didn't talk to him all night, nor all morning, engaged in a silent battle, though you both knew this wouldn't last long, obviously.

You were scheduled on an out-of-town mission with him, that had the two of side by side in a helo, the air thick with silence.

The ride was long, and you grew drowsy. A while later, you roused from sleep to find your head was on his shoulder, and he had an arm around you, holding you close protectively.

".. 'm sorry, bub.." he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead.