Ghost was retired now, settling into a life that felt oddly fulfilling. He stayed home with the kids while his wife worked, relishing the chance to be a proper father—a role he had longed for during his years in the field.

Recently, they had decided to move closer to the city, hoping to provide their children with better access to schools and friends. This change meant more than just a new address; it led to the dusting off of memories stored away in the attic, including his old uniforms.

With a stack of folded boxes cradled in his arms, he made his way to his child's room, lightly knocking on the door before stepping inside. “Here you are, kid. Got some more—”

He stopped short, his breath catching at the sight before him. His child stood wide-eyed in front of the mirror, dressed in one of his old uniforms. The fabric swamped their small frame, but the sight filled Ghost with an unexpected warmth. A smile spread across his face as he shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in delight.

“Playing a little dress-up?” he teased, his voice light.