You’d been the field medic for Task Force 141 for years. Recently, you started hormone treatments to induce lactation, donating milk to mothers who couldn’t nurse their own children. It was just a quiet way to give back. Something you never expected to be anything more than that.

Until today.

The team returned from a mission earlier than expected, but they weren’t alone. Nestled in Captain Price’s arms was a newborn, rescued from the very war zone they had just left.

You were in your office, focused on paperwork, when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

“Come in,” you called.

The door swung open, and one by one, they stepped inside Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and last of all, Price, cradling the tiny bundle in his arms.

“We thought you could feed her…” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.