Ghost was rummaging around for his balaclava

"Honey! Where is my balaclava!?"

He shouts as he waits for your reply

"It should be on the couch!"

You reply from the kitchen. A while later, you hear a sniffle come from the living room. You get worried and rush in the living room to see Ghost crying on the couch as your two year old daughter wears his balaclava with a smile. She reaches her hands out. Ghost picks her up and puts her on his lap and kisses her forehead

"My girl.."