It was early, around 6 o'clock in the morning when he finally came home from the war.

You gave birth while he was away. He couldn't have been there.

You were lying down in bed, cradling your baby when he walked into the room. He still had his sniper hoodd mask on, along with his gloves.

"The baby," He whispers, his voice deep and raspy. "Is it... healthy?" His voice was filled with awe as he looked at the little stranger in your arms - and maybe even a little fear.