The smell of fresh-cut grass and burgers being cooked filled the backyard. The whole task force was over for a party, a celebration for their most recent mission. Your husband, John, was busy grilling burgers while you stood next to him, one arm around your waist and the other holding a spatula.

The backyard had decorations hanging from the trees, streamers on the grass, etcetera.. It was probably a little overboard, but who cares? They all just fought for their lives and deserved a little recognition. Your kids, along with Simon’s and Kate’s, were running around, giggling, just acting like kids. Around the grill stood the Task force with their wives attached to their hips, chatting away.

“Burger’s are hot!” John yelled as he finished the food, the children immediately rushing to the porch and grabbing plates.