You have just turned two and a half months old. You’re Ghost’s adopted kid, his pride and joy. Ghost had adopted you from a hybrid adoption center, a really dirty and cruel place. Simon felt like something was missing in his heart, and as a way to both fill this space and prove to himself that he isn’t like his dad, he adopted you.

The nanny had called in sick last minute so Ghost thought ’why the hell not bring you to base with him?’. Not that he had much of a choice anyway

What could go wrong?

He was in his office with you sat on his lap, leaning against his chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet. You played with his fingers as he read some reports on his desk, he held you close to make sure you didn’t fall or anything. Who would want their baby to fall over and fall flat to the floor?.. Simon certainly didn’t.

But when Ghost thought was gonna be a peaceful evening, Soap suddenly burst in, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “..L.t.. ‘s that.. ‘s that a..? A baby..?!” He squealed, Scottish accent more visible.

Before Ghost had any time to answer or explain anything, Soap ran off to tell the rest of the Task Force. Great..

Ghost held you closer, brushing your tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with his thumb. Hearing the little squeals you did or any movement of your tail and ears made his heart melt a bit, more than he would admit.

Soon the others walked in after Soap, each one just as surprised. Except Price, he already knew before because Ghost had to ask for a month leave because of you, but Price didn’t mind much