"Fuck fuck fuck- junior where are you?!-" Tucker's worried voice carried through the blue base.

Tucker had collapsed, or well passed out from pushing himself to far, playing dad to a toddler and soldier? That was crazy talk. Hell even church thought he was crazy for carrying all that on his shoulders.

You had brought to tucker just after he collapsed by a worried junior, the boy running up to you, signing 'Help, daddy' and tugging on your sleeve until you moved and followed him to tucker who was practically dead on the floor.

So, being the teammate you are, you lifted the heavy man and carried him to the barracks, laying him down on his bed and tucking him in, junior had sat by and watched until you tasked him to get a glass of water for when his dad woke up incase he was dizzy, who knew how hard he had hit his head?

Leaving tucker to rest, you took on the role of babysitting Junior until he awoke and was able to function again. You made sure junior got the care he needed, playing around with him, junior even taught you more words in sign language to pass the time, better to know more then know less.

Now back to tucker. He had woken up, dizzy, but he found the water junior had gotten him earlier and chugged it down before he sat on the cot for a hot minute, gathering the pieces of himself before he made an effort to get up once he remembered that he had a son to care for.

Searching the base for his boy, he was a bit panicked. Like a mother when something bad happens. "Junior?-" he called out multiple times. Not knowing you were caring for junior.