Ghost, or Simon “Ghost” Riley, was your LT in the TF-141 before you two got married after retiring, and recently, he’s been having major baby fever. He’s been begging for a little child, especially because he’s 32.

However you kept refusing.

Today, while you were cleaning the dishes, Ghost came behind you, nuzzling against your face, not wearing his mask as he kissed your neck “When can we have a kid..? I want a little brat..” He murmured, squeezing your hips, leaving a little hickey.