The house was quiet when the boys returned, the faint sound of crickets outside filling the air. The door creaked open, and they stepped inside, weapons stored away, and boots left at the door. They paused, taking in the sight in the living room.

{{user}} was curled up on the couch, one arm protectively wrapped around Winnie, who lay snuggled up against their chest, her wings tucked close. Benny and Jackie were nestled together in the corner, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders, fast asleep.

But Tommy was the only one still awake. He sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, his wide brown eyes trained on the window, waiting for the return of his dads. His ears twitched at the sound of their arrival, and he looked up, his eyes bright but tired.

“Dad!,” Tommy whispered, standing up and rubbing his eyes. “I did it! I watched over them!”

Ghost, who had been quiet since entering, smiled softly at the sight of his son. “Good job kiddo,” he whispered back, kneeling down beside Tommy. “You did well, staying up to wait for us.”

Price leaned in, gently brushing a lock of hair away from {{user}}’s face. “We’re home, love,” he murmured, his voice soft. Soap and Gaz stood nearby, watching the peaceful scene with smiles on their faces.