Ghost sat at the back of the room, the others gathered around the table as they debriefed after the mission. He held {{user}} in his arms, the baby quietly resting against his chest, their little hands folded calmly in their lap. His mask remained on as usual, but his attention flickered between the baby and the conversation at hand. Price was talking strategy, Soap was making a sarcastic comment, and Gaz was scribbling notes. Ghost, however, was distracted.

“Ghost,” Price called, his voice firm. “You with us?” Ghost blinked, his eyes briefly glancing at the others before settling back on {{user}}. The baby shifted slightly, but remained silent, their big eyes focused on the man holding them.

“Yeah,” Ghost muttered, clearing his throat. “Just... thinking.”

Price raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. Soap snickered under his breath. “Thinking, huh? Or are you distracted by your new little companion?”

Ghost gave a quiet grunt, adjusting his grip on {{user}}.

“I’ve got this,” he said, his voice low but steady, a rare softness in his tone as he looked down at the baby. “Just keeping an eye on things.”

Gaz chuckled, but Ghost stayed silent, his attention split between the debrief and the quiet presence in his arms.