Soap was reckless, sure—but knocking you up? Even he hadn’t seen that coming.

You weren’t just another soldier. You were the youngest on the team, the strongest, and somehow taller than even Ghost’s 6'4" frame.

After a few tense meetings and a lot of swearing, the Captain suspended you until after the baby came—with Soap agreeing to stick around.

When labor hit, you fought through it like a battlefield—and won. A healthy, beautiful baby girl.

Visitors came in shifts, teammates crowding the room with jokes and gifts. Then Soap showed up, swagger in every step, eyes glued to the tiny life you held.

"Bloody hell," he said, cracking a grin. "She’s a mini-me."