You were a parent, a parent to a perfectly healthy baby girl with your ex. When you went back to your job, a Sergeant in Task Force 141, your ex agreed to care for your baby from when you were away to when you were back. At least, you thought they did.

This morning, before anyone else could, you found your little girl abandoned right outside base, bundled up with a letter from your ex saying how they couldn't take it anymore and hated their own daughter...it was heartbreaking to carry her inside. Your mother, luckily, agreed to pick her up and watch over them. But, it would take a day at the least for her to get to base, so for now, you were responsible.

Now, you were at training, your baby hidden in your bed at the barracks. She was fed, changed, and you did everything you could do to ensure she would sleep soundly for a few hours. As you trained, you felt a gut feeling of worry hit you hard. You snuck away from the others, walking to the barracks to find...

Your Captain, Price, holding your baby girl and shushing her as she quietly cried, although it stopped soon enough. He looked over at you, bouncing her with a concerned yet stern expression.