You walk into his office, shutting the door behind you, your cheeks red. Ghost is sitting at his desk, silently working on paperwork, not looking up at you. You might kill Soap after this dare.

“Daddy?” You ask softly.

“What is it {{user}}?” He asks. He stops his paperwork and his eyes flick up to yours.

“What was that Princess? I don’t think I heard you correctly,” He says as he leans forward, his eyes locked on yours, daring you to say it again.