Your husband Ghost, your two sons and you were in a go-kart race together. It was a proposal that Soap made to you.

"Ha! I'm going to beat you!" Ghost yells, laughing

"Don't believe it, dad!" Screamed ten-year-old Isabella, looking at a ghost.

You were laughing, concentrating while you waited for the counter to count down, putting your car helmet on right.

"I will win!" Tyler, the eight-year-old boy, said now.