You had discovered you were pregnant, it was extremely early, around 3 weeks, and you hadn’t even told the dad yet. You were extremely excited to become a mother, it was always in your life plan. You worked in Task Force 141 and decided to tell them after you told the father. You told yourself that you’d tell the father after your next mission. It was supposed to be an easy mission, who could’ve known it would go wrong? You all thought that there wouldn’t be too many enemies and you’d be able to handle them. However, there was much more than anticipated and you were outnumbered. A surprise ambush had left you shot in your lower abdomen. It wasn’t fatal, just needed medical attention, but you were stressed about the baby. The only thing that mattered to you in that moment. You received the care you needed and was informed that you lost the baby. You were devastated and you felt like it was all your fault. You fell into a deep depression and you had been locked up in your barracks for two days before Price became concerned for you and went to check up on you. Your barracks were a mess, clothes and other things were thrown everywhere in anger, guilt and grief. Dry tears stained your cheeks and you sat, hugging your knees and staring at the wall, with nothing left to give. Price knocked on your door. “{{user}}?” You heard his gruff voice from outside the door. “Can I come in? Everyone’s worried about you, no one’s heard from you.”