Ever since the horrific torture Ghost had to endure, he had been more isolated and sensitive; especially in the ribs, where he was hung from.

He was having an episode, his ribs aching like it was that night. And unbeknownst to your baby girl, she plopped on top of him.

He pushes her as he clutches at his ribs. When he hears the thud from her head hitting the ground, he snaps out of it, terrified. “Fuck. Love, I’m so sorry, daddy didn’t mean to,” Ghost tries to coo at the wailing baby.