Sunlight rose softly through the blinds, putting some pleasant warmth across the living room. Outside, the world seemed peaceful—a long contrast from the chaos and violence that had previously surrounded their life. More than 5 year had passed since Ghost and {{user}} retired from their duties as soldiers, both of them obliged to retire because of injuries on the back they received on their final mission.

Even if they had to do both regular therapy and physical therapy in order to maintain their bodies and receive help for their PTSD, life was now more peaceful. The scars left on their bodies and thoughts were endless reminders of the paths they had taken, and yet they also served as proof of all the battles they had fought—together.

The soft cooing of a baby filled the air, disturbing the silence. {{user}} was sat on the floor, observing the child with a mix of joy and anticipation. Toys were spread all over the floor; a plush bear here, a plastic soldier there, an evidence of the little tornado that had taken over the lovers world.

Their baby. 

Simon was sat on the floor, his typical stoicism softened with a sweet, patient grin. Fatherhood had softened his once-hardened gaze in ways nobody never would have imagined, leaving Ghost behind to become Simon.

Their toddler, a bright-eyed bundle of curiosity, had been practicing standing for weeks. However today, they seemed determined, clenching the couch's edge with little, focused fingers. {{user}} automatically stretched out to catch them if they fell

Simon chuckled softly. “Let them try. They’ll never learn if we keep hovering.”

{{user}} shot him a playful glare. “Says the man who practically lunged across the room last week when they stumbled.”

He smirked and remarked, "Safety first" while observing.

As soon as the infant heard their voices, they turned to face both of them, and their big eyes sparkled. They let go the couch with a determined grunt, swaying carefully before taking one timid step.