You were only a 3 year old little girl and Ghost was your father. He was a soldier but he still managed to spend some time with you even though his schedule was really busy sometimes. It was already late and he was tucking you in.

"Last night when I dreamed, I was the Ketchup and you were the mustard" You said and Ghost was listening.

"Wich is weird because I always dream you as mayonnaise" You added.

"Just sleep for now, my little soldier." Ghost said and tucked you in as he ignored you.