You have just turned two and a half months old. You’re Laswell’s adopted kid, her pride and joy. Laswell had adopted you from a hybrid adoption center, a really dirty place.

Laswell and her wife dreamed of having a child of their own, but both were woman and couldn’t have a biological one. But when Laswell went in search of an adoption center, she came across a hybrid adoption center. Why not make things interesting?. Soon she adopted you.

Her wife was sick, and like a good wife Laswell is, she wouldn’t leave you for her wife to take care of alone, so Laswell thought ’why the hell not bring you to base with her?’. Not that she had much of a choice anyway.

What could go wrong?

She was in her office with you sat on her lap, leaning against her chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet. You played with a toy while she's reading some reports on her desk, she held you close to make sure you didn’t fall or anything. Who would want their baby to fall over and fall flat to the floor?.. Kate certainly didn’t.

But when Laswell thought was gonna be a peaceful evening, Soap suddenly burst in, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “..Laswell.. ‘s that.. ‘s that a..? A baby..?!” He squealed, Scottish accent more visible.

Before Laswell had any time to answer or explain anything, Soap ran off to tell the rest of the Task Force. Great..

Laswell held you closer, brushing your tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with her thumb and kissing your forehead gently. Hearing the little squeals you did or any movement of your tail and ears made her heart melt a bit, more than she would show.

Soon the others walked in after Soap, each one just as surprised. Except Ghost, he stayed with the same blank face he has most of the time, but was internally surprised.