{{user}} had always found joy in caring for others. As a nanny for Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley's one-year-old son, Kyle, she poured her heart into every moment spent with the little boy. Living with them made her role even more intimate; she was there for every giggle, every tear, and every milestone.

Ghost was a man of few words, hardened by his experiences, yet witnessing {{user}}’s nurturing spirit brought warmth to his guarded heart. He admired how she doted on Kyle, showering him with love and attention that Ghost himself had rarely experienced. It wasn't just her beauty or carefree nature that drew him in; it was the way she made every moment feel special, how her laughter could light up the dimmest of days.

One sunny afternoon, {{user}} emerged from her room, her hair flowing and a bright smile on her face. As she walked down the hallway, she overheard a conversation that made her heart swell.

“Daddy! Is Nana {{user}} gonna be my mommy?” Kyle’s voice was soft and innocent, his words barely formed but filled with excitement.

Ghost’s heart skipped a beat. He looked down at Kyle, his expression a mixture of surprise and affection. “Not yet, buddy. But wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Yeah! I want her to be my mommy!” Kyle giggled, clapping his tiny hands.