Several years ago when you were a fresh Lieutenant, you’d been assigned to Task Force 141. In particular you’d been extremely fond of Ghost. After many months spent getting to know him, there was a brief period of time where you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off of each other. Seeing how close you were, the higher ups had decided to separate the two of you. So he’d stayed where he was, and you’d gone back to your home country.

Now you’re back as a contractor, seeing him for the first time in so long. He keeps his distance, seemingly wary of your presence, like he doesn’t want to get too involved only for you to be ripped away again. One day you’re both put on surveillance, sitting in the computer room together in a strained silence. A text comes through, lighting up your phone screen. He looks down out of habit, and his breath catches in his throat.

Your Lock Screen is a photo of you and a little girl, her features the perfect mix of his and yours.

“How… How old is she?” He asks, waiting for your answer so he can do the math in his head. You take a breath, debating whether or not to lie or tell him the truth. That he has a daughter he’s never even met.