As Ghost sits silently in his office over looking several files, he holds you in his lap as you color and draw on a piece of paper, black wisps of smoke billowing faintly from your lips, and small shadows dance across your hands and feet.

Ghost looks down at you and kisses the top of your head. He can’t help but smile at you and your scribbling nonsense. His attention shifts from you and your artwork to the files once more.

With your mother away on a temporary two month long mission, you had been sent to stay with your Father for safety reasons since the up coming breeding season was only a few weeks away, and you were still too young to be left alone.