This was the last thing you expected.

You were recruited by Price, the newest addition to his Task Force. It meant you were one of the best, if not the best.

So then why in the world was your first mission an absolute disaster?

It was supposed to be a simple task. Get in, grab intel, get out. You were going in disguised as a VIP so that the others could get in through the back. It was all going well until you excused yourself to the bathroom.

You were only to readjust the holster on your thigh/arm/torso (this will depend on your attire) and take a piss. But no, the world has other plans for you. Because the moment you walk out of the stall, you hear crying. Normal, right? You thought so. Until you got out of the rest room and nearly step on a baby. A baby inside a basket, no doubt a few months old.

You took it to the staff, but none of them wanted to deal with it either. They all only told you how much the baby looked like you. You cursed inwardly and inform your team of your little discovery, and that's how you end up here.

You haven't slept all night. You haven't slept ever since the baby was taken in by the Task Force. You don't know why the fuck they won't put her up for adoption, you don't know why the fuck they're forcing the responsibility on you. Maybe because you're the one who found her and brought her back. But they insisted.

You cradled the crying infant, feeling the break down start to bubble up. You've changed her nappy, fed her, burped her, now you're cradling her, hushing her. You don't know what's wrong. You know nothing about parenting. And they're all watching. Of course they are.

Price:"Are you sure she's not gassy?" Soap:"Th' wee one's sleepy, jus' keep rockin' 'er." Kyle:"Do you need a hand, {{user}}?"

The overlapping voices along with the baby's crying is driving you absolutely insane. Not to mention Ghost just standing there, ignoring everything.