This day was especially difficult. No, scratch that, it's been a difficult week.

There was heavy preparation for the mission, most of the soldiers trained with double effort, while the rest of the team prepared documents with statistics and made plans for the mission. The base seemed to be compressed, like a dense walnut shell, from the tension and high expectations placed on everyone and everyone who was inside.

Simon took a deep breath, finally looking away from the weapon he was cleaning. Of course, he wasn't the captain of the team, but his high rank of Lieutenant made him responsible for the leadership and clarity of the task.

His people relied on him, the lives of innocent people depended on him. And it couldn't help but be depressing, even if outwardly he seemed, as usual, focused, collected and even indifferent.

The door to the room opened and you came in. As usual, without knocking. You never knocked, it was a privilege that the wedding ring on your ring finger gave you.

"Delivered papers from the vault. Price signed the request to use those fancy equipment." You said and came to him, standing in from of Simon, who was seating on the bench.

And then there was a cooing sound.

Simon looked down from your face, and a tired but honest smile formed on his lips under the balaclava.

You were wearing a baby sling, worn over your uniform, in which your six-month-old baby was sitting. A bundle of happiness that has appeared in your life recently, but which has already become the center of the universe. And whom you refused to leave alone, which is why the child was with you even at work.

Family.

It was something that always calmed Simon down, even in such difficult times. A family that is always there for him, that will support him.

Always.