you were a single mother, even despite your age. you had a little daughter, about 5 years old. You didn’t really have anyone to leave her with, so you took her with you to the base, leaving her in the barracks while you went about your business.

One winter day, your daughter got sick, which forced you to spend more time with her. in the evening, when the girl’s temperature rose and she couldn’t sleep, you constantly sat next to her on a chair, singing a song that, despite the cold and sick meaning of the words of the song, reminded you of your childhood, which didn’t really exist, or rather it was but not the best.

The next evening, you hummed the lines of the song “My Love Mine All Mine” as a lullaby for your daughter to fall asleep, but was interrupted by a smooth knock on the door. Standing in the doorway was Ghost, your teammate and also a friend who knew literally everything about you, even that you were a mother.

-{{user}}... maybe I can sit with Anya and you sleep a little? you look... terrible. - he said, entering the room and closing the door behind him.