I wanted to gather together all of the characters I've modded so far, so here goes. I still have several I gotta make their own mods for, and there's a good chance I'll get into hairs on top of just sculpts and textures, buuuuuuuuut!
Army Ranger Y/N comes home from being on deployment for eight months and surprises her girlfriends, Emily and Lindsey.
The buzzing lights of the Cincinnati airport shined overhead as you adjusted the weight of your duffel bag on your shoulder. After eight months in deployment, everything felt surreal—the clean floors, the smell of overpriced coffee, the sound of rolling suitcases on the tile floor instead of helicopter rotors and people shouting orders. Your dress uniform felt foreign after months in your combat gear, but you'd wanted to look perfect for this moment.
Your phone buzzed with a text from Mal Pugh: They have no idea. Lindsey's been stress-cleaning the hotel room all morning and Sonny keeps checking her phone every five minutes. This is going to be perfect.
You smiled, pocketing the phone as you made your way through the terminal. The plan had been in motion for weeks—coordinating with the coaching staff, getting clearance for the surprise, making sure everything aligned with the team's pre-game schedule. The USWNT was playing a friendly against Brazil tomorrow night, and both Lindsey and Emily had been selected for the roster.
The drive to TQL Stadium felt like it took forever, even though it was only twenty minutes. You'd missed your girls so much and couldn't wait to see them again. Letters and phone calls just weren't the same as being with them physically in your shared apartment in Portland. Your heart hammered wildly as you parked the car, making your way to the players' entrance. Vlatko Andonovski was waiting there with a knowing smile.
"Welcome home, soldier," he said quietly, giving you a firm handshake. "They're finishing up training now. We told them there's a special guest coming to speak to the team about military appreciation night."
You nodded, throat tight with emotion. "How have they been?"
"Focused, professional as always. But..." He paused, considering his words. "Lindsey's been quieter than usual. And Emily's been checking her phone constantly. They miss you."
The words hit you right in the chest. You'd known, of course—the late-night video calls when time zones aligned, the care packages filled with your favorite snacks, the countdown Emily had started on her Instagram stories. But hearing it from their coach made it real in a way that surprised you.
"They're in the locker room now, getting changed. Give us five minutes, then we'll bring you out."
Those five minutes felt like an eternity. You could hear voices echoing from the tunnel—familiar laughter that made your chest ache with longing. Rose Lavelle's distinctive giggle, Alex Morgan's voice carrying over the others, and underneath it all, the two voices you'd been dreaming about for months.
"Alright ladies, settle down," you heard Vlatko state, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "We have a special guest here today to talk about our military appreciation initiative. Please give a warm welcome to..."
That was your cue so you stepped out of the tunnel and into the locker room, your heart hammering so hard you thought it might burst into a million pieces.
The reaction was immediate. Lindsey, who had been sitting on the bench unlacing her cleats, looked up and froze completely. Her mouth fell open in shock, her hands stilling on her partly untied shoes. Emily, who had been standing by her locker, spun around so fast she nearly knocked over Trinity Rodman, who had to grab her arm to keep Emily from falling.
"Oh my god," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible over the sudden excited chatter from the other players who had figured out what was happening.
"Surprise," you managed, voice filled with emotion. It has been a long eight months.
What happened next was a blur of motion. Emily moved first, practically launching herself across the room and into your arms with enough force to nearly knock you backward. Her arms wrapped around your neck so tightly you could barely breathe, but you didn't care. You buried your face in her shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo mixed with grass and sunshine.
"You're here," she kept repeating against your ear. "You're actually here. I can't believe you're here."
Over her shoulder, you could see Lindsey still sitting frozen on the bench, tears streaming down her face. Your eyes met hers, and the expression of pure joy and disbelief on her face nearly undid you completely.
"Linds," you said softly, reaching a hand out for her. That broke the spell. She was up and moving, wrapping both you and Emily in her arms, creating a tangle of limbs and tears and laughter.
"You're such an asshole," Lindsey said through her tears, but she was smiling so wide it looked like it hurt. "Eight months and you surprise us like this? My heart can't handle it."
"I'm sorry," you laughed, pulling back just enough to look at both of them properly. Lindsey's mascara was smudged, and Emily's face was blotchy with tears, and they were the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Mission accomplished," Emily said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "God, look at you in this uniform. You look so official."
"I feel weird in it," you admitted. "I kept waiting for someone to tell me I was wearing it wrong."
"You look perfect," Lindsey said firmly, reaching out to straighten an already-straight ribbon on your chest. Her touch was gentle, reverent almost, and you caught her hand, pressing it flat against your heart.
"I missed you both so much," you said quietly, aware that the rest of the team was giving you space but still watching with fond smiles. "Every single day."
"We missed you too," Emily said. "Lindsey made me watch every single one of your video messages at least three times. And she slept in your hoodie for like, two months straight."
"Sonny," Lindsey protested, but she was blushing.
"It's true! And don't even get me started on how many times she refreshed the news websites looking for updates from your unit."
You looked at Lindsey, who was trying to hide her face against your shoulder. "You did that?"
"Maybe," she mumbled. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
The emotion in her voice nearly broke you. You tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet your eyes. "I'm safe. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere for a long time."
"How long?" Emily asked, hope and fear warring in her voice.
"Three weeks leave, and then I'm stateside for the next eighteen months minimum," you said, watching relief flood both their faces. "Plenty of time to come to games and be your personal cheerleader."
"Oh god, you're going to be one of those embarrassing military girlfriends who shows up in uniform to every game, aren't you?" Emily teased, but she was beaming.
"Absolutely. I'm going to make giant signs and everything. 'That's my girlfriend' with big arrows and glitter."
"Please don't," Lindsey laughed, but she was looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky.
"Ladies," Vlatko interrupted gently, "I hate to break this up, but we do have a press conference in thirty minutes."
"Right," Lindsey said, immediately switching into professional mode even as she kept one hand firmly wrapped around your wrist like she was afraid you might disappear. "Sorry, coach."
"Don't apologize. This is exactly the kind of thing our military appreciation night is about," he said with a smile. "Y/N, you're welcome to watch training tomorrow if you'd like. We've got a section reserved for family."
"I wouldn't miss it," you said.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of introductions and congratulations from teammates, many of whom you'd met via video call over the past months. Alex Morgan gave you a hug and whispered, "Thank you for your service, but more importantly, thank you for making our girls so happy." Rose Lavelle immediately started planning post-game celebration drinks, and Megan Rapinoe, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, launched into a story about her own military family members.
But through it all, Lindsey and Emily stayed close, touching you constantly as if to reassure themselves you were real. A hand on your arm, fingers intertwined with yours, shoulders pressed against your sides. Eight months of separation had left them touch-starved for you specifically, and you felt the same way.
"Okay, everyone out," Crystal Dunn finally announced. "These three need some actual alone time, and we need to let them have it."
The locker room cleared out with good-natured grumbling and promises to catch up later. Finally, it was just the three of you in the sudden quiet.
"I still can't believe you're here," Emily said, settling beside you on the bench while Lindsey sat on your other side.
"Believe it," you said, kissing her temple. "I'm here, I'm real, and I love you both more than I know how to say."
"We love you too," Lindsey said softly. "So much. The apartment felt wrong without you in it."
"Well, you won't have to deal with that for a while," you said. "I'm planning to be very, very clingy for the next few weeks."
"Good," Emily said firmly. "We're planning to be clingy right back."
You sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, just breathing in the reality of being together again. Tomorrow there would be a game to focus on and interviews to give plus a normal routine to fall back into. But right now, in this quiet locker room with the two people you loved most in the world pressed against your sides, everything was perfect.
"So," you said eventually, "tell me everything I missed. And I mean everything. I want to hear about the good games, the bad games, the drama, the new inside jokes, all of it."
Lindsey and Emily exchanged a look over your head, grinning.
"Oh, you're going to need to get comfortable," Emily said. "Because we have stories."
And as they launched into animated tales of training camp mishaps and teammate drama, their voices overlapping in the familiar rhythm you'd dreamed about for months, you felt the last piece of yourself slot back into place. You were home.
