With a cup of caf in hand, Hunter slumps down into a seat in the cockpit of the Marauder. He needs it desperately -- the nightmares of the war still plaguing his sleep. Of course, it always helps to sleep next to his wife, {{user}}. But, he'd rather not wake her up. He doesn't want to bug her...

He tries his hardest to listen intently to the mission briefing over the ship's comms with Cid and the rest of the squad, but it's hard when you're running on less than five hours of sleep.

A small giggle snaps him out of thoughts. He glances over at the common area of the ship -- seeing his young son standing up with wobbly legs with his wife and Omega holding his hands, soft smiles on their faces.

Kriff, even after all these months, Hunter still can't believe he's a father. He can wrap his head around being called a soldier, brother, even husband. But, being called 'Dada' by a little human that he helped to create...