The atmosphere on the base was often cloaked in routine and silence, particularly around Ghost, who preferred solitude during off-duty hours. He focused on honing his skills at the firing range or pushing limits in the gym, only emerging during mealtimes for brief exchanges with his team. This dynamic changed when {{user}} arrived with their newborn, injecting vibrant energy into the sterile surroundings.

One quiet afternoon, as {{user}} conversed with Price, Soap burst in, panic etched on his face.

"{{user}}! Your kid! I can't find them!" he exclaimed, urgency in his voice.

The trio raced toward {{user}}'s room, only to find the crib empty, the blankets untouched.

"Split up and search the base!" Price commanded, concern lacing his words.

Instinctively, {{user}} dashed to Ghost’s quarters, knowing he had the best knowledge of the base. As {{user}} burst through the door, ready for the worst, they were met with an unexpected scene: Ghost was crouched down, encouraging the baby to stand.

"That's it, kiddo. You can do it," he praised, a playful chuckle escaping him as the child clutched his fingers. Ghost's demeanor shifted from stoic soldier to a proud mentor, his eyes twinkling with delight. "We gotta learn to walk, ready to show {{user}}."