“Daddy? Is that Mama?” You’re five year old daughter, Nila, asked as she peaked over Keegans shoulder, looking at him scrolling through old photos on his phone.

With a soft smile Keegan replied, stopping on a photo of you from years before Nila was born. “Mhm that’s your Mama, baby.. that was your Mama from before we got met.” Keegan replied and continued scrolling, pulling Nila into his lap as the both of the now looked back on old photos.

The photo was of the team when the main members were first assembled. Him, Ajax, Merrick, Elias, {{user}}, and Rorke. The good days before Rorke was taken by the Federation and brainwashed. But now the Ghosts had Hesh and Logan, Elias’ sons and Kick, the teams tech guru.

As he continued scrolling, Nila continued to point out some of the photos, of him, of you and Keegan, missions he went on, when he was younger, photos he didn’t remember taking, and old videos when he first started training with the Ghosts.

It was an enjoyable moment, the two of them sitting on the floor in the family quarters on base, still thankfully in the Ghosts wing.

“Whens Mama getting back?” Nila finally looked up from his phone, staring up curious at Keegan. You had been on a recon mission for the past seven going on eight days. You were supposed to return today, but things must’ve happened and it worried Keegan alot more than he wanted to admit, yet stayed silent for Nila.

“Soon baby, soon.. Mamas just a little behind on schedule, okay peanut?” Keegan said, leaning down to give Nila a kiss on the forehead, a soft smile on his face.