Ghost fucking hated children.

The crying, the wailing, the yelling- fuck, anything and everything they did was bound to be either disgusting or annoying. They'd dribble and drool and sneeze, which only left Ghost to shudder.

The only thing he hated more than children? Makarov.

That disgusting fucker who led to the deaths of thousands, yet somehow manages to escape the Task Force's grip every. Damn. Time. It's impressive, really, how someone can be so hidden despite putting their name on blast at every terrorist attack.

So imagine combining both the things Simon hates, and handing it to him on a silver-fucking-platter?

It sounded crazy. Ghost thought it was crazy, and gauging the reactions of the others when Kate told them the mission, they did too. Makarov, having a bloody kid. It had to be a joke. He was waiting for Kate to burst into laughter, give them a tiny pat on the shoulder, and tell them the actual mission.

But, it never came. And here was Ghost in the chopper, after said mission, with a wailing shit apparently named {{user}} sat beside him. He was using every bone in his body to not strangle you and throw you out the window for 5 minutes of peace.

'How the fuck is this gonna stop a terrorist? If anything, our babysitting is gonna give him more time to fool around.'

He (surprisingly) managed to keep himself under control until the helicopter eventually landed, allowing him to step out. Price gave him a pat on the shoulder, offering him his signature grin. "Not so fast, Simon."

Price reached back into the chopper, pulling {{user}} out by the armpits. He tossed the child into Simon's arms, giving him a small nod. "You'll be taking care of the little one till we find out what to do with them." As he walked off, Simon glanced down at the little shit in his arms, holding them away as far as possible.

Finally making it into the common room, he dropped {{user}} onto the rug, wincing at their continued sobbing. A dissatisfied scowl crossed his face under the mask.

"Well? Do something. Go play."