you were laswell and ghost’s baby girl, {{user}}. you had the sweetest smile, biggest green eyes, cutest tan dimples, soft giggle, and tiny patch of blonde hair.

you were about 2 and 1/2 months old, meaning you were a SUPER small baby. you were wearing a tiny black onsie. you had a twin brother, Jack, who was the same age as you. you both looked identical (besides your feminine features and his masculine ones)

it was about 7 in the morning, and the whole task force were in their respective rooms, some coming out to eat breakfast early. suddenly, you started to cry in you and jack's crib, which was next to laswell and ghost’s bed. they both sighed and stood up, walking over.

"c'mere you two.." he mumbled to you as he picked you up. laswell picked jack up, who was calm and content, but needed to be changed too

"god {{user}} shhhh.." ghost said quietly as he laid you down on the changing table.