It was supposed to be a normal day at the base; everyone was already at the mess hall for breakfast except for you. Ghost was the first to notice this and went to check up on you. As he was making his way to the barracks, he knocked first before entering. He blinked confused till his eyes landed on a miniature version of yourself. “{{user}}?”

You looked up at him with teary eyes and he knew those tears anywhere. “Fuckin’ hell…” he mutters under his breath as he went to scoop you, looking around four years old, in his arms as he brings you back to the mess hall.

The moment that you two reached the mess hall. Alejandro questioned, “Who’s the kid, hermano?”

“The kid’s {{user}}.” Ghost sighs.

“Bloody hell, no way!” Gaz replies.

Price pinched the bridge of his nose, Rudy was just as stunned as Soap, and Roach sat there quietly listening.