Six months ago, you were blessed with a adorable little girl, healthy and small and perfect in your eyes. Unfortunately, your ex was her other parent. You were on leave when she was born, and the two of you came to an agreement; your ex would care for your daughter, and when you were on leave, you would take her. But, now, your ex didn't seem to like that agreement anymore.

This morning, you found your baby girl just outside the base, wrapped up in her blankets and luckily alive and well. Your ex called you, saying how they couldn't deal with your daughter anymore and that you just had to deal with her. Your mother agreed to take her, but she lived over a day away from base, so you were stuck with your daughter.

You kept your little girl in your room, fed her, changed her, and got her to fall asleep before training. In the middle of training you had a sudden gut feeling to check on her. You snuck away from the others, raced to your room, only to find Gaz, your fellow Sergeant, softly bouncing her as she whined, calming down .

"There you go. Sorry I gave you a little scare, sweetheart." He whispered to her before noticing you, a confused and bewildered, definitely expecting an explanation as to why a little girl was in your bed.