Ghost has been on deployment for months, returning back home to you. He's your best friend who supported you when your boyfriend left you. You have a son, 3 years old, little Fred. Suddenly, the door opened. You watched as Freddy looked at the door before waddling over to it, gasping quietly which held your attention.

"It's ok"

You hear someone whisper. Ghost was home. You smile as you walk over to the door, watching a bit away. Ghost is crouched, holding Fred's hands to his skull mask.