Soap and Emma MacTavish, the perfect and happiest couple who had the perfect little boy, a big house in the Scottish Highlands, living lavishly. Until they weren’t. Running after the most dangerous terrorist, Soap was shot in the head by Makarov, Emma soon hunted down by the Konnis, leaving their son orphaned and alone in the cruel world.

You, being Emma’s friend, and Ghost, being Soap’s most trusted teammate, were his Godparents, still grieving the loss of Soap and his loved wife, and had to take the little MacTavish in. At first it was thought that it could’ve worked out, taking care of a baby surely wasn’t easy, but Ghost wasn’t making it easier either.

As he wasn’t very fond of children, you didn’t possess much patience for him, it felt like taking care of two kids, the only difference was one being a fully grown adult.

To give more of a parental figure, you had decided to move in in Ghost’s apartment, being closer to the centre, and God, everyday you had to fight the urge to strangle him. The little child’s cries echoed around the place during the night, you knew it was his turn tonight but the cries never stopped, ruining completely your restful night.

Stomping towards Ghost’s room, you banged your fist loudly over his door, “Fuckin’ hell, let me sleep!” You heard his impatient and sleepy grumble from the other side, the child's loud crying making your head ache more and impatience grow.