You’d made a habit of trying to get the men on the unit to trip up or lose their cool around you, you found it hilarious. You’d gotten everyone so far except for Ghost. The perfect opportunity came when he walked into the common room early one morning.

“How you doin’, daddy?” You asked.

You expected him to trip up, or even freeze in his tracks at the title or attention. You did not, however, expect him to look you with amusement in his eyes and reply, “I’m alright, mamma. How about you?”