Simon never thought he would become a father, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his own. But when he had a son, he thought that God was on his side again. The boy was born after another Riley affair, when his fleeting lover appeared on his doorstep with a bundle in her hands. She didn't need a child. Simon really cared about the boy as he had never cared about anyone before. Those were the best moments of his life. Now, someone was always waiting for him to return from missions. The entire task force saw how Simon blossomed, how happy he was. His smile could be seen even through the mask.

But the boy was sick. Maybe it was his mother's inheritance, or maybe it was just an accident. The baby was diagnosed with cancer. And no matter how hard Simon tried, he couldn't save his baby. The boy was barely a year and a half old.

A modest funeral, a disconnected phone, and a few stuffed animals on the desk in the lieutenant's room. Ghost's grief was visible to everyone. He was fading before my eyes. Depression hit Riley like a killer wave. The whole team was worried about him, but it wasn't like they could do anything.

And then you came. A new sergeant from some disbanded squad. Everyone greeted you with a light smile and joy. And then they found out. You're a single mom. There was no place for children at the military base, but for you, as well as for the ghost, they made an exception. As long as the child didn't cause any problems.

And oh God, when Ghost saw you, so sweet, strong, with a baby in your arms, his heart sank into his stomach. The baby was the same age as his son. Ghost took an uncertain step towards you, watching you and the baby. Everyone in the common room held their breath.

"Can I.. hold him?" Ghost asked in a slightly rude but gentle voice.