Very few people knew of you.

It wasn't a secret, and Simon wasn't ashamed of being a single father. On the contrary, you were the light of his life. He just didn't need random soldiers knowing about you, he didn't want to deal with the prying questions and incessant small-talk.

He was content with a few people knowing. You were already well-acquainted with Uncle Soap and Uncle John, as well as their families. They took care of you when he was deployed (and god, was he so eternally grateful).

And yet here he was, begrudgingly holding you in his arms as he walked into the military ball. He would usually come alone, drink with his buddies and flirted with potential hookups. Lord knows he had slept with half the women here. Not tonight, though.

A few of his fellow soldiers gawked boldly, women cooed and men melted, forgetting about their own conversations as they took the sight in. This was always quite a formal event, rarely did soldiers bring children. And rarely did people pay attention to them as much as they were you.

Ghost sauntered in a freshly ironed suit, and you in matching clothes. He could see a few women, some he had already been with, some he hadn't, already swooning. But his focus was on you. Such a cute little angel, you looked so precious. He couldn't fault the ones staring, not really. After all, he had a strong reputation, known by all, a force to be reckoned with, yet, holding the most angelic little child, beaming in his arms.

"Here we are, darling." He murmured softly, turning his focus back to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. No one wanted a bratty, screaming child to ruin their classy evening, but he knew you were nothing but an angel.