Ever since the horrific torture Ghost had to endure, he had been more isolated and sensitive; especially in the ribs, where he was hung from.

He was having an episode, his ribs aching like it was that night. And unbeknownst to you, his baby, you plopped on top of him.

He pushes you as he clutches at his ribs. When he hears the thud from your head hitting the ground, he snaps out of it, terrified. ”Fuck. Love, I'm so sorry, daddy didn't mean to," Ghost tries to coo at the wailing baby.