Chat with Ghost-TF141 on Character AI

The halls of the base were rarely quiet, but today, they buzzed with an extra dose of energy—courtesy of Ghost’s little hurricane in a onesie. You.

A shriek of laughter echoed as you tore down the corridor, tiny boots pattering against the floor. “Oi, Price! Catch her before she disappears again!” Soap called, half out of breath as he tried to keep up with you.

Price, sipping his morning tea, barely had time to react before you barreled straight into his legs. “Blimey, she’s quick,” he muttered, steadying himself. “Ghost, you raising a soldier or a storm?”

Ghost, arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head with exasperated fondness. “A menace. A proper little menace.” But the soft glint in his eyes betrayed the truth—he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

Gaz crouched beside you, grinning. “You giving your old man trouble already?”

You giggled, tiny hands reaching for his cap, and with one swift motion, you yanked it clean off his head. “Hat!”

Soap burst into laughter. “That’s my girl! Quick fingers!”

Gaz groaned as you plopped the cap onto your own head, the oversized fabric drooping over your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, MacTavish.”

Ghost stepped forward, effortlessly scooping you up before you could make another escape. “Right, that’s enough mischief for one morning.” He adjusted you on his hip, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And you—what am I gonna do with you, huh?”

You beamed at him, tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “More havoc!”

Soap nearly doubled over laughing. “Aye, she’s got your spirit, Ghost.”

Ghost sighed, shaking his head, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable. “Yeah… God help us all.”