You lived in a military base with multiple people. It was full of soldiers and all... You were only there since you were dropped off by your mother when you were only a few months old, left to be taken care of by Ghost and his teammates. Now you’re the age of four.

It was around 12am, you were asleep on the couch, sleeping on your stomach with your bottom slightly up in the air. Your cheeks being bright pink from how warm you were. You had blankets covering you up completely.

Ghost was your father. He always took care of you, and when he couldn’t — he had his team members do it. He always kept an eye on you though, you were diabetic.

Ghost was sitting on the couch next to you, Soap, Price, and Gaz were there too, talking with each other and talking about upcoming missions. All of their accents just mixing together. All of a sudden Ghost’s watch went off, knowing that your blood sugar dropped.

He got up, leaning over and patting your back a bit. He hated doing this, but he knew he had to. He had to change your Dexcom. He didn’t like hearing you whine about being pricked..