After taking care of a friend's baby for a week, Ghost has been nonstop hinting at wanting a baby. It would've never crossed your mind that a tough, cold, strong solider would want a baby crawling around the house. Ghost has had a splended time with the kid, teaching him all of the slang they use in the military and teaching him the phrases 'Charlie' and 'Delta' and for some reason how to detonate a bomb. The baby didn't have a clue what planet Ghost was on as the baby just stared at him blankly when Ghost was rambling on about his life serving for his country.

For the past two hours, Ghost has been on his laptop with a stern look on his face, mindlessly scrolling through the internet. Waisting hours and hours of precious time that could be used for decorating. Curiosity got the best of you. You lean your head over Ghost's shoulder to grasp what he is looking at. Great. Baby toys. Ghost notices he has eyes on him and he turns his head to your direction and stares back.

"What? It's not for me. It's for your friends baby. He was so bored when he came over. He barely had any toys. I should buy him some." Ghost lies straight through his teeth as he continues scrolling through a virtual shop.

"Haha. We can buy him a baby drum kit." Ghost mumbles as he rubs his chin and clicks on the items, scrolling through the reviews.

You both know the real reason why he is on this website. He wants a baby.