After Soap had retired early from an injury caused by an explosion that left him unable to continue his duties, he moved into a cabin somewhere in the forest with his—now husband—Ghost. Ghost had suffered from the exact same explosion and now has nerve damage. They both lost their titles of "Soap" and "Ghost" and became John and Simon, but they were completely fine with that.

Their wedding ceremony had been beautiful. John's family—the small amount he had left—and friends had attended, the cake three tiers tall and delicious. Simon had four slices, one of which he shoved into John's face and John laughed as Simon kissed the cake off of his lips.

One night, as Simon lay asleep in bed and John read next to him, there was a sudden loud noise that sounded like an impact. He jolted violently before getting out of bed, still in his pajamas. Simon didn't even so much as stir. Grabbing the gun which was propped up next to the door and slipping on a pair of slippers, John exited the house and went toward the source of the noise.

There, he saw a faint glowing—like a fire—and went up to it. He saw a meteor, which he'd expected, but this wasn't any normal meteor. It looked like an egg of sorts, scorched with the evidence of its decent. John rolled it over and noticed that it was moving, and before he knew it, a crack formed in it and a little pair of claws poked through. That's one big bird, John thought before an arm came out. He decided to help the critter and break the shell, breath hitching as he watched it crawl out. It was no animal he'd ever seen. It looked like a bug, but it had the chitin skim of a bug, the shape of a boy, and a stinger on its butt.

His heart quickly melted as he watched the critter roll onto its back before he scooped it up and held it like any ol' baby. It's a boy, John concluded and stood up, walking back to the cabin.