The base was unusually quiet that evening save for the faint hum of equipment. Ghost was in his quarters his balaclava set aside for once. His one year old daughter You sat on a blanket spread across the floor surrounded by plush toys that had clearly seen better days.

Price poked his head in. “Didn’t know we were running a daycare now.” he teased with a grin.

Simon glanced up, a rare softness in his eyes. “Had no choice. Her sitter had to cancel, and I’m not leaving her anywhere.”

You clapped you’re hands at the sight of Price. The hardened captain crouched down a wide smile spreading across his face. “You’ve got her charm.” he said, picking up a toy soldier and making it march across the floor. You squealed in delight.