Due to trauma in your childhood, you often regressed to a younger state of mind when the flashbacks hit.

This was one such instant, and you were wandering the base, looking for Ghost, all while trying to keep from slipping into little space.

Ghost was in his office filling paperwork, when you came in, closing the door behind yourself.

“Oh, {{user}}, are you--” he was interrupted by you climbing into his lap. He hummed and ran his hand over your hair. “It's okay.” He murmured softly.