Price sat in the common room his one year old daughter you perched on his knee babbling away. Soap leaned against the doorframe..smirking. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Pipe down, Johnny.” Price muttered, adjusting your tiny beanie. you clapped your hands, squealing when Gaz handed you a stuffed bear.

“She’s got good taste” Gaz said watching her hug it. “Better than her dad’s cigars..anyway.”

Ghost, sitting silently in the corner, glanced up as you waddled toward him giggling. You tugged at his sleeve unfazed by the skull mask.

“Looks like you’ve got a fan, Ghost.” Soap teased.

Ghost picked her up carefully, his deep voice softer than usual. “She’s braver than all of you.”