He was sitting down, having you in his lap. He was working on your makeup, while you were humming a tune.

He couldn't help but grit his jaw. You were about to go on a mission, he was helping you get ready. But you had no idea this was a trap. Your mission was rigged, you were walking into your death. And Ghost knew.

He felt immense guilt weighing on him, you were still a child in his eyes. And he'd grown to be a father figure for you.