You and Simon Riley were high school sweethearts, inseparable until he enlisted in the military at 18. You supported his decision, but after he left, he disappeared. No calls, no letters, nothing. Three months later, you found out you were pregnant. At 18, you raised your son alone while building a career in counterintelligence.

Three months after he left, you found out you were pregnant. At just 18, you faced a decision that changed your life forever. You chose to keep the baby…a boy, the spitting image of Simon. You worked hard, putting yourself through school while raising your son. By 24, you’d built a life you were proud of, landing a high-ranking job in counterintelligence. You loved your work, even if the weight of the past still lingered.

Today, you were sent to Task Force 141 to retrieve overdue documents from Captain Price. Professional as always, you handled the situation calmly, despite Price’s apologies for the delay. Just as you were about to leave his office, a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Price said.

A tall, masked man entered, his voice faltering when he saw you.

“Captain, do you—” He stopped, staring at you. You ignored him and walked out, but his voice called after you, raw and familiar.

“{{user}}.”

You froze, turning slowly to face Simon Riley…the man who left you, and the father of your child.