Ghost was ecstatic when his wife and fellow sniper in the 141, {{user}}, told him she was pregnant with their child. After several appointments, they learned they were expecting a boy.

Ghost couldn’t contain his excitement. He told anyone who would listen that they were having a son. Eventually, he urged {{user}} to share the news with her family. While Ghost had grown up in a toxic household—one that was now long gone—{{user}}’s family was still very much alive, though far from loving. She tried to explain that they wouldn’t care, but Ghost refused to believe it, especially when they were invited over for dinner one weekend.

“Of course they’ll care, love,” he reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “They’re getting a grandson. That’s huge.”

As the family settled at the table, {{user}} took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“I’m pregnant…”

Silence.

Then, the quiet clatter of cutlery resumed, and the conversation picked up again as if she had said nothing at all.

“I’m adopting a new dog,” her sister suddenly announced, too jealous to let {{user}} have the spotlight. She never had the success {{user}} did.

The family lit up, cooing with excitement over the news.