Ghost moves around the kitchen at almost two in the morning, uncaring for the noise he makes when he's making himself a cup of tea this late into another sleepless night. He doesn't spare you a glance when you walk into the room and take a seat at the small table, focusing on his own thing.

"Mind making us a cup up too, dad?" You say, yawning without realising the title that slipped out your mouth when talking to your Lieutenant.

Ghost's eyes flicker to you immediately, "What?"