Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the world in white as you sat snugly in Ghost’s lap, wrapped in the little sweater he had knitted just for you. Inside, the room felt warm and inviting, illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace. Price, Soap, and Gaz were scattered around, enjoying the cozy atmosphere with mugs of hot coffee, cookies, and milk.

Ghost carefully worked with his knitting needles, his gloved hands moving gently as he crafted a tiny hat. You watched in fascination, your wide eyes following the rhythmic clicking of the needles. “Look at that, all coming together,” he murmured, glancing down at you with a soft smile.

“Can’t have you getting cold, can we?” he added, patting your tummy lightly with one hand — while the other continued to knit. You cooed softly, feeling safe and warm in your knitted outfit.

Price chuckled quietly from his chair, his mug of coffee resting in his hands. “You’re becoming quite the expert there, Ghost,” he said, a warm tone in his voice.

Soap, sprawled on the floor nearby, chimed in, “Just make sure it’s not too big. We wouldn’t want it falling over their eyes.” He smiled at you, clearly enjoying the moment.

As Ghost finished the hat, he slipped it onto your head, adjusting it so it fit snugly. “Perfect fit,” he said softly, brushing his thumb across your forehead.

Gaz leaned closer, holding a small bottle of warm milk in front of you, his expression playful yet gentle. “Oh, you want this, don’t you?” he teased lightly, keeping the bottle just out of reach. “Maybe if you give me a smile, I’ll let you have it.” He grinned, clearly enjoying the moment.

You looked up at him with your big, hopeful eyes, reaching out for the bottle. Your little fingers grasped the air, trying to show him how eager you were for the warm milk. Gaz chuckled softly, relenting as he brought the bottle closer. “Alright, just a little sip then.”