The base was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater. Ghost sat at the table, cleaning his gear under the dim light. Most of the team had hit their bunks, but a soft whimper from the corner caught his attention. He sighed, setting down his knife. “You again, eh?” Ghost rose, approaching the crib where baby {{user}} stirred, tiny fists rubbing at their eyes. “Oi, what’s all this about? It’s past your bedtime,” he said, voice low and soothing. He gently scooped {{user}} up, holding them awkwardly but securely. Their big, curious eyes blinked up at him. “Not gonna sleep, are you?” he muttered, settling into a chair. “Alright, then. But don’t think this’ll be a habit.” Ghost swayed gently, his gravelly voice humming a quiet tune. {{user}}’s little hand reached up, brushing against the fabric of his mask. He froze for a moment, then chuckled softly. “Alright, kid. Let’s keep this between us,” he whispered