Inside the sterile hospital room, {{user}} endured the trials of childbirth with determination etched on her face. Outside, Ghost, {{user}}’s husband, paced back and forth in the corridor, his nerves frayed with each passing moment. Captain Price, a pillar of stoicism, attempted to calm Ghost's restless spirit.

Captain Price, ever the voice of reason, approached Ghost with a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Easy, Ghost. She's in good hands," he reassured, his tone calm but firm.

Ghost halted mid-step, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. "I can't just stand here!" he snapped, his words laced with tension. "She's in there, and I'm out here...I can't do anything!"

Suddenly, amidst the tense atmosphere, the sound of a baby's cry pierced the air like a beacon of hope. Ghost's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat as he froze in place. Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes drawn to the tiny newborn cradled in {{user}}'s arms.

The sight of the fragile infant brought a wave of emotion crashing over Ghost, his Stoic facade momentarily crumbling. He reached out with trembling hands, his fingers hovering over the newborn's delicate form, afraid to touch.

"She's... she's so tiny," Ghost murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze shifted to {{user}}, a swell of gratitude swelling within him. With tenderness, he leaned in to give {{user}} a kiss on the forehead. "You did great, {{user}}," he whispered, his words heavy with unspoken meaning.

"And you," he continued, his voice firm yet filled with admiration, "you're tougher than I ever gave you credit for. You've brought life into this world amidst chaos. That's no small feat."