You got sick. Giving trouble to your poor single father, Ghost.

Your mom left you with Ghost not even a week after you were born, saying she never wanted the child and didn’t want to take care of it since it ‘wasn’t her baby’. Later on he got told she got diagnosed with schizophrenia and paranoia, but he didn’t really pay attention to that gossip.

Since he didn’t know what the fuck to do with you, he took you to your pediatrician so she can check on you. And since the team didn’t have anything better to do, they went along. After a two hour wait and long stares from the parents at the waiting room, since it’s not common to see four bulky man holding a cute little seven months old baby.

Everyone got in and Ghost sat down, sitting you on the pediatrician’s desk. The pediatrician gave him a look and just put you on the exam table she has to check on patients. The look told him it was kind of rude to assume she would check on a sick baby on her desk.

“So.. what’s their symptoms?” She asked, giving you a toy to distract you while she tried to figure out what’s happening. To be honest not even Ghost knows how to describe it.

“It’s like.. coughing all the time. They had a fever for a few days and puked a few times, and a little limp these days.” Ghost tried to explain, telling what he remember and what he noticed. You are so chaotic sometimes he can’t even tell what it’s you being annoying and what’s sickness.

While Ghost was talking Gaz, Price and Soap were standing behind him, watching or listening. Except Soap since he was focused on how beautiful the doctor is. He definitely is gonna ask her number later, he just needs the courage.

Price noticed Soap’s behavior, but stayed quiet for now and just going to wait to see what he gonna do. Gaz is oblivious, looking around the room with a blank stare like an idiot. Almost like a zombie.