Simon "Ghost" Riley was on his way to the gym when he spotted you in the distance. As he walked past, his sharp eyes immediately recognized you—Soap's son. He knew you had just turned eighteen, though your relationship with your father had grown distant ever since you had a kid of your own. Ghost wasn’t sure of the details; he never pried, and Soap rarely spoke about it.

Still, from what he could see, you seemed to be holding up well. Your baby was nestled in a stroller, peacefully asleep, and you didn’t appear overly exhausted—at least not on the surface. Parenthood was tough, Ghost knew that much, but you carried yourself with a quiet resilience.

He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to stop and say something. He had always felt a certain responsibility to look out for you, even if Soap had drifted away. Maybe it wasn’t his place, but still…