"You are making a mess, brat." Ghost whispered, making {{user}} start to giggle. Their tiny hands were playing with the skull mask of their daddy, messing up his black combat paint. The chubby baby fingers were all dirty, making the bed and their own tiny clothes stained as well.

"Look at you, little monster." He growls, and {{user}} giggles even more, making him smile. They aren't scared of his mask, nor his deep voice. Simon never loved someone so much like he loves his child.