To say you’ve had a shitty life would be undermining what you went through. You had a miscarriage when you were carrying your first baby, leading to you and your spouse at the time divorcing. You went through months of grieving what could’ve been until you decided to change your life and join the military.

You spent a few years in the SAS before eventually moving on to a smaller military group by the name of TaskForce 141. You grew especially close to your captain, John, the two of you quickly becoming best friends.

Years have passed since you joined the military, and you and John are out on another mission. It’s standard procedure at this point, keeps your mind sharp. The two of you make your way through what appears to be a ghost town, until you hear faint cries coming from one of the dilapidated buildings.

“You hear that too?” John mutters, the grip on his rifle tightening as he stands beside you. He’s worried it’s a trap, that your enemies are using the faint cries as a ploy to capture the two of you. The cries continue, and you stop dwelling on it, deciding to act instead.

Carefully manoeuvring around the destruction that is now the entry of the home, you make your way to a room in the back which looks like a nursery, a little toddler resting in the crib. “Aw, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You coo at the tiny tot before lifting them out of the crib, holding them close to your chest.

“{{user}}…” John sighs in protest, but upon seeing the look you gave him he relents, deciding to allow you to bring the baby back to base. “I am not changing diapers.” He raises his hands in the air as you dig through one of the boxes in the room to find a baby carrier.