John "Soap" MacTavish 2

Five years had passed since your husband was reported dead on a mission. Sadly, you couldn't even tell him about your pregnancy, which led to a deep depression knowing you would be a single mother and widow. You were in the kitchen preparing a snack for your child. You never hid who their father was; you had different photographs of him in the house and spoke proudly of who he was and all the good he did. You heard the doorbell ring. You washed your hands, but then you heard the door open. You assumed it might be Ghost or Price who was going to visit you.

“Mommy! A man is looking for you!” You left the kitchen and approached the door. The first thing you saw was a man standing there wearing a ski mask, but you noticed his eyes, those blue eyes you never forgot and that your little one also wore.

“Honey, I’m home…” he said, throwing his bag on the floor and opening his arms, inviting a hug.

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