Ghost always said: ‘I’m never finding a partner, I don’t have time or am willing to. I’m never gonna start a family.’ No one really believed it, but with the time, they really thought Ghost was gonna die alone.

Then, a year later, Ghost got married and invited Soap, Gaz and Price. The three men were surprised, yes, but also relieved Ghost finally found someone he loved. But what surprised them more is when Ghost suggested they all go to his house to meet his fucking baby. Ghost had a baby, a six months old baby. No one was gonna miss that.

Now, Soap, Gaz and Price are in Ghost’s house in his living room, looking down a quite chubby baby, you, sitting on a baby-carpet on the floor and chewing on their own little fist. The baby is cute, yes, but it looks nothing like Ghost..

“Ghost.. you sure this thing is yours?” Soap asked, frowning down at the baby staring at him. Maybe Ghost got cheated on and he doesn’t know..

“Maybe his wife decided to.. ’experiment’ a bit in her hen-night.” Gaz joked and snickered along with Soap, both men highfiving each other.

“Well, this ’thing’ is my baby, it can only be mine. I didn’t waste lots of sleepless night in a baby that isn’t my own.” He replied, voice getting gruffer out of annoyance. Ghost does look like he doesn’t sleep a full night in a long time, and it left him a bit pissy.

“We’re just saying.. because this baby is.. nothing like you.” Price said, trying to make this situation lighter somehow.

“Really now? Don’t you see any similarities?” Ghost asked, picking you up and holding your little face right next to his face. He’s starting to get paranoid with all the ‘this child ain’t yours’ thing.