Authors Note: Hi there. This is my first attempt at any type of fanfiction (any type of fictional writing really) so i hope you guys like it. Also I'm still debating whether or not to keep it like the game or make it more like real life when it comes to the battles and planes. Let me knew what you think i should do by either telling me in a review or pm thanks and enjoy!

Disclaimer: P.S. I don't own anything but the OCs i create. Thanks again.

Prologue

Present Day:

I sat with my family in the little family restaurant waiting for the arrival of the person who had contacted me. It had been so long since I had been in my home country. It wasn't very different from Osea I thought as I looked around the small restaurant eventually resting my eyes on my wife. She was sitting the closet to the window with our two-year old daughter, Stephanie, asleep in her lap. She looked so much like her mother but with beautiful blond hair that I guess she got from me. Our five-year old son Patrick sat between us playing with what was left of his breakfast. I always took pride in myself when my wife would say that Patrick took after me, even though he always seemed to have a calmer attitude towards things than I usually did. I noticed him starting to dose off and gently put my arm around him so he could rest on my side. I was amazed he had lasted as long as he did, we were all tired from the long flight, but Patrick and Steph had been so excited to fly that they decided to stay up the whole flight against their mother's wishes.

We had landed late last night at the airport and the drive to San Salvacion had taken longer than we had hoped. Luckily we were to meet at ten so the kids could rest a bit beforehand.

My eyes wondered around the restaurant again. I thought it would have looked different but I guess all family restaurants consult the same designer who always says the same thing.

'Okay so we'll put the entrance to the middle-left and the hostess stand will be right there to their left…' and so on with all the booths next to the windows and small tables that can be thrown together for larger parties.

I laughed to myself at the thought, and continued to observe the other families and couples throughout the place, and smiled to myself.

'It's so peaceful.' I thought, 'Couldn't imagine this a few years ago.'

I checked my watch, 0959 hours.

"Heh" I chuckled, 'Hours? Old habits die hard I suppose'

My wife noticed and looked at me softly with a small smile drifting across her face. I wondered if she knew how many times that smile had brought me back from the brink of insanity. I smiled back.

"They should be here soon" I said. The smile never leaving her face as she nodded.

Just then, the door chimed open with a ring from the bell attached to its corner. A young man stood in the doorway, holding it open for a young, pretty, and very pregnant, woman. As the entered the young man took hold of the woman's hand and looked around before walking up to the hostess. The man appeared to be in his early twenties with light brown hair that had been shaped into the usual military buzz cut. The woman also seemed to be in her early to mid-twenties with dirty blond hair that fell just below her jawline, very similar to the way my wife had hers. As I continued to gaze at the couple a pang of emotion came over me as I remembered back to when we learned we were having Patrick. I was brought back when the hostess pointed to our table.

"They're here" I said.

I stood up as they made their way to us through the labyrinth of tables and chairs. I stuck my out to shake their hands and welcome them and the young woman gladly shook it as she sat down.

As I went to shake the man's hand he quickly clicked his heals together and saluted almost yelling "It's an honor to meet you Sir!" his voice somewhat shaky with nervousness. I laughed to myself with a small smirk on my face as I remembered and old friend of mine who also always used Sirs and Ma'am's when he had spoken to people.

'They're so alike.' I thought.

I quickly waved away the gesture saying "There's no need to be so formal. We're not in the military anymore." Our wives chuckled at the man's actions as he finally shook my hand and sat, looking down at the table with an, embarrassed smile.

'I really need to introduce him to my friend.' I smiled.

The sudden outburst from the man had woken Steph who was now staring with big eyes and an even bigger smile at the nice lady sitting across from her. Meanwhile Patrick who had nodded off earlier suddenly shot up in his seat realizing there were new faces he hadn't seen before seated. I felt a light tug on my sleeve and I looked down to see my son with a concerned look on his face. He tugged my sleeve again a little harder so I leaned over to see what he wanted. His small hands formed a cup around my ear, as if he were about to share the biggest secret in the world with me.

"Who are they?" he asked innocently.

I smiled at my boy saying, "Don't you remember why we came here?"

He then let go of my sleeve and proceeded to think. His right hand held his other elbow while his left hand stroked an imaginary goatee. A rare expression for anyone under fifty let alone a five-year old. Suddenly his eyes popped open beaming at me.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, "Mommy said we were going on a trip to where you were born," I looked at him a little surprised as he continued, "to meet someone who wrote you a letter wanting to know about you and your work!" the surprise on my face growing. He was only five but it seemed he could remember anything he deemed important.

"Uh-hum…"

I looked up towards the sound and saw my wife with a smirk, nodding in the direction of our guests. I cleared my throat, "I apologize for my rudeness."

"Don't apologize. We're the ones who should be apologizing. Having you travel all the way here with your family just to satisfy our wants." The man said looking sorry.

I smiled at him, "Of course not, it was no trouble at all. We were thinking about having a vacation anyway." I laughed, "Besides, these two were super excited to fly. They love it!"

The man still looked a little guilty saying, "We would have come to you but-"

I put my hand up to stop him, "Don't worry about it. We know all too well the hardships of traveling in your third trimester." My wife and I exchanged looks as she continued for me.

"Towards the end of my first pregnancy with Patrick here, my father was in a car accident that hospitalized him. But because of the flight restrictions, we had to drive halfway across Osea just to see him." She chuckled lightheartedly continuing, "He says we worried for nothing just a broken leg and arm, so when we rushed into his hospital room, he looked at us confused asking rather loudly, 'What the hell are you doin here!'" I started laughing as well remembering my father in-law scolding us for traveling while she was pregnant.

'In hindsight he was right.' I thought.

"He yelled at us like we were children saying I could have gone into labor. I was even preparing to be grounded the way he was yelling, but sure enough as those words left his lips my water broke."

There were a few moments of stunned silence from the young couple before my wife continued with a smile, "Well we were already in a hospital so it wasn't scary or anything but my father did manage to get in his I-told-you-so before I was wheel-chaired away."

We all laughed again before I remembered something important.

"Excuse me." I said, "But I forgot to get your names. All the letter had as a return name were the initials 'T.H.'"

His laughing stopped and his smile was replaced by an embarrassed flush of red on his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, "My name is Timothy Hughston Sir! And this is my wife Laura!"

I smirked a little at his return to formal titles. "Remember we're not on base Tim, so just call me…"