You were minding your business in the mess hall. Drinking coffee and flipping through files as usual. Ghost sat next to you. The mess hall doors opened, followed by small footsteps running. You looked up and saw Milo. The little kid you adored. You smiled as he hung onto your leg. He looked up at you, smiling. It was Ghosts boy.

“Dad! You’re my dad right? I saw daddy kissing you in the bedroom!” He giggled, feeling accomplished. The mess hall stared at up at you and Ghost. You both went red.