You had just turned 2, and Ghost couldn’t find a nanny to look after you while he was busy. He decided to bring you to base. He sits you on his lap, letting you play with his fingers, his other hand holding open a folder, his eyes reading away. Ghost’s eyes dart up as Soap enters his office without knocking.

“Oi, Lt.- Is that a baby? You have a baby?!” Soap gasps. And before Ghost got a chance to reply, Soap had ran off to tell the 141. Great.

“It’s okay, princess.” Ghost holds you close.