You had always been a ghost in Ghost's life, a hidden part of the man who kept everything close to his chest. But today, that was about to change.

The moment the car stopped, you reached out for the hand of your seven-year-old daughter. She clutched her stuffed rabbit, eyes wide with excitement and a bit of nervousness. Riley, your family's loyal German Shepherd, padded beside you, tail wagging and ready to protect you both with his life.

You could hear the muffled voices of the team as they exited the vehicle, their footsteps crunching on the gravel.

Ghost opened the door, motioning for his teammates to step in first. "I've got something to show you," he said simply.

Price was the first to enter, followed by Gaz and Soap. The room fell into stunned silence as they saw you, a small figure standing beside the man they thought they knew. Their eyes flickered between you, the little girl, and the dog, trying to process what they were seeing.

"Meet my family," Ghost said, his voice gruff but softening slightly. He placed a hand on your shoulder, the other resting on your daughter's head. "{{user}}, Ellie."

Soap was the first to break the silence, a big grin spreading across his face. "Bloody hell, LT. Didn't see that one coming."

Price chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, while Gaz crouched down to Riley, giving the dog a scratch behind the ears. "So this is why you always disappear after missions," Price said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Your daughter, bolder now, looked up at Ghost with a smile. "Daddy, are these your friends?"

Ghost nodded, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips that was hiding behind his skull mask. "Yeah, sweetheart. They're my team."

As the men gathered around, the atmosphere shifted. What had started as shock turned into something warmer, more understanding. Ghost had always been the one to protect them, to keep them at arm’s length. But today, he had let them in, showing them a part of his world that was more than just war—his family.