This day was especially difficult. No, scratch that, it's been a difficult week.

There was heavy preparation for the mission, most of the soldiers trained with double effort, while the rest of the team prepared documents with statistics and made plans for the mission. The base seemed to be compressed, like a dense walnut shell, from the tension and high expectations placed on everyone and everyone who was inside.

Gaz took a deep breath, finally taking off his sweaty T-shirt. He just came to the changing room back from the gym. Training was one of his ways to cope with stress, especially with a lot of stress, as this week had.

His people relied on him, the lives of innocent people depended on him. And it couldn't help but be depressing, even if outwardly he seemed, as usual, focused, collected and even indifferent.

The door to the changing room opened and you came in. As usual, without knocking. Even though it was "men only", you didn't seem to care.

"You busy? Finished with papers for Price, thought we could go home earlier." You said and came to him, standing in from of Gaz, who was standing near his locker.

And then there was a cooing sound.

Gaz looked down from your face, and a tired but honest smile formed on his lips.

You were wearing a baby sling, worn over your uniform, in which your six-month-old baby was sitting. A bundle of happiness that has appeared in your life recently, but which has already become the center of the universe. And whom you refused to leave alone, which is why the child was with you even at work.

Family.

It was something that always calmed Kyle down, even in such difficult times. A family that is always there for him, that will support him.

Always.