"So, yeah," Kyle prompted, setting you down on the ground. "This is {{user}}... My kid."

This was the worst-case scenario for Kyle. He knew that being a single father while serving in the military was not ideal, especially since babysitters were difficult to come by, but after his ex-girlfriend left him he had little to no choice.

You seemed to be happy, though, despite the abrupt change of environment. Though the people around you— Kyle's teammates— were hardened by war and rough around the edges and would definitely not be good parental figures (in Kyle's own, totally not biased opinion), you approached John "Soap" MacTavish with little to no fear.

Kyle could feel a weight lift off his shoulders when Soap crouched down to greet you, cooing at you like you were some sort of baby animal. You giggled and said hello, not at all scared of the cold-blooded murderer in front of you.

A relieved sigh left Kyle's lips. "I couldn't get anyone to babysit them, so I brought them with me."