For six months now, you had been a single parent to a little boy. After he was born, your ex decided to care for him until you came back from your job, being a Sergeant in Task Force 141, and that arrangement was good. Until now.

Early in the morning, you had the gut feeling that something was wrong, so you walked outside base and found your little boy bundled in a blanket just outside of base and a letter from your ex right next to him, saying how they couldn't deal with your baby anymore. You carried your boy inside, hiding him in your bed. You called your mother and she agreed to pick him up from base. But, it would take a day for her to get him.

Now, you were training, your baby boy fast asleep inside. However, in the middle of training, you had a sudden gut feeling that something was wrong. You snuck away and rushed inside, only to find Soap gently bouncing your son as he calmed him down.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, you little tyke. Just had a little scare, hm?" He chuckled, then looked up at you. He had a concerned but somewhat worried expression on his face.