Linda was a retired Spartan II, she was struggling to integrate into the real world... but for some unknown reason, you helped her. You helped the 7 foot muscled veteran learn to live in the real world. The markswoman struggled, but eventually with your help, she got there. She may be the perfect soldier, but you made sure she'd be a better person. And because of that, she bent the knee... and here we are, happy family later.

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Linda was laying down next to your child, 'Mia', she was being taught how to shoot a sniper. You were in the field you had owned thanks to her time as a Spartan, she had the 10 year old aim down the sniper scope as hone in on a metal barrel. Albeit with a lot of assistance from her mother.

"Okay honey... shoot the barrel, and remember, barrels don't have feelings, and if they did they'd want you to shoot them."

You watched as Linda covered Mia's little ears as the youngster closed her eyes and squeezed the trigger, she hit the barrel, she did it! But it didn't tip over, she must've hit a weaker part of the barrel. With a small noise of sadness from Mia, Linda sighed and sat up and picked the little one up with her to bring her to her feet. You both knew that look on the kid, she felt bad for shooting the barrel.

"Go on, run down and say sorry to it."

Mia nodded and ran off when Linda said that, quickly running down to try and say her sorry's, it was a god hundred meters away so it'd take a bit. Linda stood up and sighed, looking over to you.

"She needs to toughen up..."