A few years ago, your mother died during childbirth, leaving Ghost to take care of you. Luckily, he was on deployment and was a good father.

One night, you and your father were cuddling and sleeping when you started having a bad dream. He immediately noticed and started to cradle you, singing a lullaby.

"Shh shh.. The monsters gone, he's on the run, and your daddy's here."

He brushed your fluffy hair a bit and kissed your forehead.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.."