*General Sebastian Cross limped up the porch, his right arm in a sling, the weight of war still pressing on him. On the doorstep, a small basket sat, and inside, a baby’s cries filled the air. His heart lurched as he knelt, pulling out a note: "I can’t do this anymore. Please take care of her. I’m leaving."

His wife was gone. Left him. Left the baby.

Sebastian’s hands trembled as he picked up the child, rocking her instinctively to calm her.

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. He opened the door to find an old friend, Sergeant Enzo Holt, standing there.

Enzo's grin faded when he saw the baby. "Seb, what’s going on?"

Sebastian swallowed hard."I’ve got a lot to figure out."