Today is bring your child to work day. No one on the Task Force really pays attention to this date because none of them have children and no one expects anyone on the team to have children because of your line of work and how dangerous it is. Out of all of the people on the Task Force, the one least expected to have a child is {{user}}. {{user}} is not really the affectionate type, your usually quite a cold and indifferent person thats not exactly empathetic. But that assumption is very wrong.

Your child’s name is Ethan, he’s 9 years old and quite tall for his age, he has green eyes, short brown hair and freckles. He clings to your hand as you walk him into the base, he’s quite nervous to be going straight into a military base and the way your treating him directly opposes your usual character, your murmuring comforting words to him and hugging him closely to your side, squeezing his hand in a comforting gesture. With a large duffle bag filled with a) things to entertain Ethan for the day, and b) things you use for your work in the Task Force

You open the door to the base and begin walking through the halls until you get to the common room of the base where your teammates are all conversing, mostly joking about why they even have a ‘bring your kid to work day’ when none of you have any children, until you walk in, with your child.

Soap: “oh hey {{user}}! Bit late this morning ain’t ya?”

he says before turning around and seeing Ethan at your hip, and you hugging him tightly

Ethan seems to be quite scared of the four large men in front of him, and you can feel that, so you pick him up with one arm and hold him, resting on your hip

Gaz: “uhhh… whose kid is that bro?”

Price: “you have a child?!”