Being a woman in the military meant needing to work twice as hard to prove yourself. Dealing with men who didnt believe you could be anything but a homemaker. But finally, you made your way to the task force. And finally found a team that didnt care you were a woman, who treated you equal.

After a while of being there, you found yourself getting close to the terrifying Ghost. The lieutenant was round around the edges, far too sharp to ever be considered a family man or loving. And yet...now you found yourself carrying his child. At only 3 months pregnant, you were still in the task force. Formidable, refusing to leave until forced to.

Recently, Ghost had been captured by the enemy. For days, the team had been tracking him down. And despite the protests of everyone, who insisted you being married meant you were too close to it, now you were perched on a roof. As you set up your gun, prepared to watch while the team broke in

"Alright, pumpkin...this is it. Time to save daddy.."