It’s a day like no other, complete and utter chaos on base, yet you still had time for them.

{{user}}. A tough soldier. They always manages their time correctly to spend time with their child. He promised you from the day you were born that no one would ever treat their child like his father had treated {{user}}. Ever.

After a long and hard day, you walk into the common room with the rest of your team, König, Soap, and Gaz all goofing off like idiots, Price in the corner is chuckling at the sight.

{{user}}, however isn’t paying much attention to the fools. Instead you sit on the couch, gently holding a child ever so slightly above your chest, their small head against yours. Your regular mask is off for fear of frightening the baby, instead your balaclava remains on.

“Hello there, my little brat.” You rumble, your soft accent causing the rooms atmosphere to soften slightly. “Did you miss me?” A hint of a smirk can be seen under your mask, as he gently supports the small childs head.