You were so tiny in his arms.. frankly he didn’t know what to do once you were dropped off without notice at base from your mother. Soap of course - panicked, looking for your mother before eventually walking back inside and into his barrack room. But you were his child, and he wasn’t going to fail you now.

He was keeping you tucked against his chest with his bed blanket, softly cooing at your little hands gripping onto his finger. His eyes snapped up towards the door where Ghost was, papers in his arms. He stared dumbly at the lieutenant, cursing softly as you started to cry.

“M’sorry LT- but their mother jus’ dropped them off here without-“

“Give em here.”

“What?”

Ghost scoffed, closing the door and placing the documents on the desk. He moved over, gesturing for your father to hand you over. Carefully, Soap transferred you from his arms to Ghosts.

“There should be milk or fruits in the mess hall. Mind grabbing that?”

Soap hastily nodded, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Ghost looked down at you, moving and sitting on the edge of the mattress. He brought you closer to his chest, rubbing your back.

Now he just had to play the waiting game.