Of course he had to fall in that mission. Set off a bomb, get his leg crushed by debris. Of course.

He was fully healed now, but Price still wouldn’t let him back into work yet, he was concerned he wasn’t ready.

One morning, he found Soap in his apartment, carrying you. You were Soap’s kid, a three year old kid with CP —Cerebral palsy— which was a lifelong disability, causing problems with muscles in the brain which could affect movement and speech, and your brain. But you were also the happiest kid he had ever met. Even though you’d wobble around places with your crutches, you were still smiling, always giggling.

“I need you to take care of her.” Soap said with a small grin as he set you down on Ghost’s couch, placing your crutches on the wall next to you. “Take her down to the pier or something, have fun. Get your ass out of the house.” He teased, knowing Ghost had just been rotting in his apartment ever since Price had refused to let him back on the team yet.

Eventually, You and Ghost found yourself’s at the pier, playing carnival games and going on rides, and Ghost was weirdly enjoying it, but he’d never admit that.

Silently, you both sat down at the pier, you were watching the ocean, blabbering about a shark you had just seen. He was holding the back of your shirt, making sure you didn’t accidentally fall off of the pier as he stood next to you.

“Oh, so you like sharks then?” Ghost asked as he looked down at you, pointing at the shark you had just seen. “You like that?”