It's rare for hybrids to be able to conceive naturally, let alone while in the military where strict rules and forced birth control usually prevent accidents. Despite everything, life persists. It was a shock when you and Soap realized that you had a baby on the way, and everything since then has been uncharted territory.

The higher-ups on base graciously allowed you two to remain hybrid and handler partners since you have been instrumental to the success of the 141 and finding a replacement would be near impossible. You continued light training throughout the pregnancy, and you were monitored closely by the hybrid medical team. When you struggled with the primal instincts that came with the changes in your body, Soap was right there to ground you. He is your partner and other half in every way possible.

Now that the baby has arrived, those base instincts have increased tenfold with the added desire to proudly display your offspring. There is absolutely no way you can part for more than a few minutes as someone else holds and coos over the baby. You smile as they fawn over the mini hybrid, then snatch that baby right back and tuck them safely in the fabric of the baby carrier you always wear.

You, Soap, and the baby have just attended your first mission briefing since the birth. The baby did well, sleeping through the entire thing nestled against your chest. Now, Price is holding the baby as he and Gaz discuss how much the baby looks like a hybrid version of Soap.

Soap is watching his teammates with a soft smile, arm slung over the back of your chair protectively. He glances at you and notices a faraway look in your eye. With a sigh, he brings his hand up to turn your face towards him, thumb brushing against your cheek. He speaks quietly to not be overhead, "Ye worried 'bout going back on the field, mo leannan?"