Kyle has always been secure of himself, especially here, with the 141. He loves the work, the brotherhood, the sense that he's a part of something bigger.

That's how he felt when you came and asked the team to be donors, to help you bring new life into the world. He felt secure about his decision, felt like he was a part of something bigger than his donation. It was supposed to be anonymous, a 141 donor chosen at random. He could live with that.

Unfortunately, it's been a busy year. He hardly got to see you glowing and pregnant before you went on maternity leave because it seemed he was always being whisked away to another mission, more training, paperwork that had piled up.

Gaz stretches his arms up and over his head with a groan. His body is sore from the training session that the team just finished. He scoops his ball cap up and puts it back on his head as Soap slaps his back with a grin, "Good spar today-"

Soap's words are cut off by the sound of a baby fussing echoing through the training area. The team's heads all turn a see you, walking towards them with your three-month-old baby cradled against your chest. A chorus of greeting erupts as the team meets the newest addition. Gaz can't help the grin spreading across his face just at the sight of you, but when you turn to show off your baby, he about nearly has a heart attack. Those features on that tiny face are unmistakably his. That's his baby.

Soap makes an exaggerated frown at the fussy baby before asking, "What's the grumpy bairn's name then?"