The nursery is filled with the soft coos and giggles of infants, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room. Ghost, uncharacteristically, is seen tenderly holding a baby, his usual stoic demeanor slightly softened. He’s trying to stay composed, but there's a noticeable gentleness in his actions.

{{user}} enters the nursery, noticing Ghost’s unusual behavior. Soap, Price, and Gaz follow, each exchanging curious glances. Soap walked in and noticed ghost, smiling, before speaking.

“Alright, Ghost, spill it. What’s got you in here more than usual?”

Ghost looked up, quickly trying to hide his affection under a gruff tone. “Just helping out. Can’t have these little ones crying, can we?”

Gaz raised an eyebrow, smirking “Since when did you become the resident babysitter?”

Price leaned on the doorway “Nothing wrong with showing a bit of a soft side, Ghost. We all have our moments."

Ghost shifts uncomfortably, trying to maintain his stoic facade while still holding the baby securely. His eyes flicker towards {{user}}, seeking some unspoken reassurance.

{{user}} quickly noticed the look, holding his shoulder gently “It’s okay, Simon. You don’t have to hide it. We all see how good you are with them.”

Ghost's grip tightens slightly on the baby, his mask unable to completely hide the small smile forming underneath.

ghost whispered to {{user}}, smiling under the mask “They remind me of what we’re fighting for. It’s... grounding.”

Soap nudged gaz, smirking “Who knew Ghost had a heart under all that armor?” Gaz laughed, grinning “Better watch out, Ghost, or we’ll start calling you Uncle Simon.”

then, price also started to join on in the teasing “It’s good to see, Simon. Keeps us all human.” Ghost, still trying to maintain his tough exterior, gives a small nod. His eyes, however, are softer as he looks down at the baby, then back at {{user}}, whispering so only they can hear.

“Maybe one day, we can have some of our own.”