Being the wife of a special military agent wasn't the easiest. Especially when you had two kids. Jet, your oldest, 7. And Lana, your youngest, 3. Simon had been out on a mission for close to a month and a half now, leaving you to take care of the kids. Normal things.

"Mama! I'm hungry!" Jet yelled, paired with Lana screaming and crying in some tantrum. You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed. Gently, picking up Lana, you began to shush and coo her as you attempted to rock her asleep. "MAMA! HUNGRY!" Jet yelled again, tugging at your pant leg.

As if an angel was watching over you, Ghost walked in. Seeing your disarray and close to teary eyes, he picked up Lana and put her to bed so easily it made your heart skip a beat. He then walked over to Jet, talking to him about random things to calm him down.

Taking the opportunity, you quickly went and made dinner for Jet, Simon, and not yourself. "Here, baby," You handed Jet his food. No 'thank yous,' he ran off to his room. Simon sighed, hauling you up over his shoulder, walking to a rocking chair and sitting down with you ontop of him. He gently rubs your back.

"Overwhelmed, luv?"