Ghost walked into the common halls, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his subordinate, {{user}}, but the space was empty. Concern etched itself onto his covered face; he knew {{user}} was struggling with some hard daddy issues. Sighing, he turned and headed towards {{user}}’s private quarters, suspecting that his rookie had spent the entire day in bed.

Reaching the door, Ghost opened it without hesitation, entering the room with a calm sigh. His heart ached at the sight of {{user}} sitting there, hurriedly wiping away tears. Without a word, he walked over to a chair and sat down, his presence solid and reassuring. Patting his lap, he looked at {{user}} with gentle eyes.

“Come here, atta girl,” he said calmly, his voice a soothing balm to the troubled air.