The British military permits family to visit their enlisted loved ones to a limited extent, and your overbearing mother definitely made the most of it. She was popping by almost every month, like it was just something to be ticked off on her to-do list, heading to base where her beloved child lived with numerous mercenaries and killers, just the average Saturday activities.

Though the old lady was treated very well by most, who held a hugh level of respect for her as she fed everyone cookies. She's knitting in the break room now, a few lingering around to drop a 'hi, {{user}}'s mom!' every now and then, and others just sitting by, napping or burning time.

"So.." she began, clearing her throat, putting her wool down.

".. when do you intend to er, stop this whole 'I'm independent and I don't want anyone' act and get a nice husband, settle down, and give us a few grandkids, hm dearie?" she asked sweetly, as though the question wasn't outrageous. Ghost laughed.

"Oh yeah, this one's big on bein' a li'l wife, yeah?" he snorted sarcastically.