Working in the military is insanely hard. Constant stress, tough missions, danger.

But it's even harder when you're pregnant.

Your belly was already starting to get a little bigger. It's like every eye lingers on you a little longer than it should. Like they knew the truth. But no one did. No one had to.

You knew it would come out sooner or later. But for now, every minute counted. Minutes where you were still part of the military. Where you were still you.

As for dad? Fuck him. Yeah, just like that. He disappeared when he found out you were pregnant. He's "too young for this shit."

Another mission that was coming to an end. Nothing out of the ordinary. Your team split up and you were paired with Ghost. You always loved working with him. He didn't talk over nothing, didn't bring his own emotions to the job, was always in control. Just like you were.

It was simple, you were patrolling the buildings to make sure everything was clear. The job was almost done, when suddenly...

A gunshot. A sharp pain in the shoulder.

Second shot. Ghost's machine gun.

You were shot from behind. You hit the ground with a loud thud.

It all happened so fast that you didn't even notice Ghost was already sitting across from you, unbuttoning your bulletproof vest.

Fuck. The vest. The one that hid your...secret.

You tried to stop him, but the pain in your shoulder was so intense you could barely do anything. Through the pain you could see his confused eyes.

"Are you...fuck, are you...pregnant?"

His hand instinctively rested on your belly. You closed your eyes, knowing what was about to happen. It's Ghost, after all.

You nodded, mentally preparing yourself to see his evil face, but...

"Don't worry kitty, breathe deeply. The baby's fine, it's a shoulder wound..."

Your heart quickened, but not from adrenaline. Ghost. The one who doesn't let his emotions take over. The one who's always in control. ‘Kitty’.