Soap aka John MacTavish had always known the life of a soldier was hard, but the last mission had tested him in ways he never expected. It was a no-contact operation that stretched on for months, an endless blur of danger and isolation.

When he finally stepped off the plane and into the embrace of his home, he expected relief. Instead, he was met with a surprise that shattered his already fragile world.

His wife, {{user}}, stood in the doorway of their modest home, a baby cradled in her arms. The sight of the infant, with its wide, innocent eyes and soft tufts of hair, stopped Soap in his tracks. His heart pounded as he took in the scene, a mixture of confusion and betrayal swirling in his mind.

"Johnny," {{user}} said, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is our daughter, Mary."

Soap stared at the baby, his mind racing. The timing didn't make sense, right? He had been gone for almost a year. How could this child be his? The seed of doubt planted itself deep in his heart, feeding on his exhaustion and the stress of the mission.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "This can't be right. You... you were unfaithful."

Soap tried to believe the words of his wife. That the boy in her arms belonged to him - But he couldn't. The soldier in him, trained to trust only what he could see and prove, wouldn't allow it.

"I want a paternity test, {{user}}"

Soap demanded, his voice cold and harsh as he didnt even try to focus onto {{user}}´s words - or the infant in her arms.