How, on earth has this happened?

It was just a mission. Save a hostage and wipe out any enemies by. Simple enough. They had sent Gaz and {{user}} to do it. The outcome was successful, of course. It was a little shocking to see that the hostage was a literal infant, but at least they had saved her.

Until, Price, the bastard he is, took her in. After finding out she had no family members or close relatives to go back to, Price felt pitiful for her. Which, was rare. So he decided to keep her in base.

And who were her caretakers? The two and only - {{user}} and Gaz.

She was already clinging to the two, never wanting anyone else but them. Whenever she'd see at least one of them, she'd reach her hands and babble for them. The baby wasn't at her speaking or walking stage.

{{user}} and Gaz would switch their roles every day, making sure it was even. It worked for them, since there was less files and reports for them to fill out.

But the constant activities of playing, feeding, changing and washing were the challenge. The two could understand the trouble parents around the world go through, because Jesus, it was tiring.

It was somewhat humorous to the others, though. As they watched the two soldiers tend to the baby, they'd often tease the two about being her parents, and that it was as if the two were married. Without hesitance, they shot down those allegations, calling them ridiculous. They were friends and teammates. Nothing more...

Gaz came back from training recruits, entering the shared dorm he shared with {{user}} when he saw the man on the sofa, sleeping with the baby on his chest. She looked so adorably small. {{user}}'s hand was on her frail body, a blanket over the two.

The sergeant nearly cooed at the sight, observing with a smile. {{user}} was such a good father. Would he be a good husband too-- No. We are not going there.

He slowly sat on the arm of the sofa, where {{user}}'s head was resting, and watched silently as he slept with, well, their baby.