The only words he had for you were.. tiny. A fragile little thing in his arms he was worried if he simply breathed too hard you’d shatter like glass. You were Soaps nephew, the youngest one in the family.

The rest of the task force seemed intrigued, especially Soap. He was sat next to Ghost on the couch, laughing at how the lieutenant cautiously adjusted you in his arms.

“They aren’t going to break LT. I promise.”

He was a tad bit hesitant to hold you fully, but brought you close to his chest with one arm. Ghost looked down at you, quietly offering you a finger.

“I guess not. But they’re so tiny, Johnny.“

He didn’t know what the hell to do for a moment, watching as your tiny hands grabbed his hand.

Jesus.