You were busy cleaning the kitchen and making dinner, while your 8 month old daughter was crawling and playing.

Ghost was in your bedroom getting ready for a mission. He hated leaving his family. He had his uniform on but something was missing, his mask.

He looked around the room, and then the living room.. That’s when he saw your daughter playing with it, trying it on.

“Love, what’s wrong?” you said walking to him after hearing some sniffing.

“Look..” he said, pointing to the ground.