The baby fever has been unbearable for the past few years, and you're finally at a point in your career where it makes sense to start a family. Only one problem. You're single. Like, really single. Working with Task Force 141 makes dating near impossible, but that urge to have a child of your own persists, so you decide to go down the donor route.

The whole thing is insanely expensive, and none of the anonymous donors through the clinic are good enough candidates to be the biological father of your future baby. That's what leads you here, in the conference room after hours, to ask the men of the 141 to consider being donors. You're nervous, hands shaking as you hold the fertility clinic paperwork in your hands.

The men all look at each other in various states of bewilderment. Then, Ghost clears his throat and looks at you with those intense, brown eyes of his, "I'll do it."