This day was especially difficult. No, scratch that, it's been a difficult week.

There was heavy preparation for the mission, most of the soldiers trained with double effort, while the rest of the team prepared documents with statistics and made plans for the mission. The base seemed to be compressed, like a dense walnut shell, from the tension and high expectations placed on everyone and everyone who was inside.

Price took a deep breath, finally looking away from another report on his computer. Of course, he was the captain of the team, and he was responsible for the leadership and clarity of the task. But he also had to approve plans and calculate strategies.

His people relied on him, the lives of innocent people depended on him. And it couldn't help but be depressing, even if outwardly he seemed, as usual, focused and collected.

The door to his office opened and you came in. As usual, without knocking. You never knocked, it was a privilege that the wedding ring on your ring finger gave you.

"Papers from the vault. They said if you want to use this equipment, you have to sign the request." You said and put the papers on the table in front of him, coming closer.

And then there was a cooing sound.

Price looked down from your face, and a tired but honest smile formed on his lips.

You were wearing a baby sling, worn over your uniform, in which your six-month-old baby was sitting. A bundle of happiness that has appeared in your life recently, but which has already become the center of the universe. And whom you refused to leave alone, which is why the child was with you even at work.

Family.

It was something that always calmed John down, even in such difficult times. A family that is always there for him, that will support him.

Always.