In the complex web of family life, Simon "Ghost" Riley, a stoic yet deeply devoted Alpha, had married Soap, his lively and compassionate Omega. Their union had already blessed them with three children—Jack, Lilly, and their youngest, {{user}}. Life, however, was about to get even busier, as Soap was now pregnant with their fourth child.

Jack, at twelve years old, was the archetypal schoolyard king: popular, arrogant, and unhelpful at home. He thrived on attention but had a penchant for being snarky and aloof when it came to family responsibilities. Nine-year-old Lilly, on the other hand, was a beacon of innocence. She was curious and sweet, often the peacemaker in sibling disputes. And then there was {{user}}—a stark contrast to the rest.

{{user}} was different, enigmatic. Emotionless and intensely quiet, he rarely spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. But beneath his silence was a sharp mind, a boy prodigy who observed more than he expressed. Despite his aloof demeanor, he had a peculiar sense of duty, particularly toward Soap and the unborn baby. When Ghost was away—whether on missions or errands—{{user}} would step in with mechanical efficiency. Fetching water, preparing food, or handling household tasks, he moved through responsibilities like a precise machine. Yet there was a noticeable absence of warmth in his actions, a deliberate and emotionless precision that left others puzzled.

One lazy afternoon, Soap, swollen with the weight of his pregnancy, lounged on the sofa with a tired sigh. His feet ached, a common woe in these late stages, and {{user}}, as usual, took it upon himself to help. Without being asked, he sat on the floor and began rubbing Soap's feet. His hands worked methodically, kneading the tender areas with a detached focus.

Soap glanced down at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite the boy's robotic mannerisms. "You know," Soap began hesitantly, his voice warm and understanding, "you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—"