It’s been months since your son has been born, Ghost’s prince. He loves him to death even if the thought of being a father petrified him at first. He didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You always reassured him that wouldn’t happen because Ghost isn’t his father, he’s his own person.

Ghost was now on base with the baby and you, showing him off to everyone for the first time. Here comes Soap, holding him like simba in the air

“Bloody hell, Johnny!.” Ghost shouts as you laugh.