As the days passed and the tension within the Immortal Army simmered, Tyson's thoughts turned increasingly towards his family. The memory of his wife's gentle smile and the anticipation of his child's arrival fueled his determination to succeed, no matter the odds.

One evening, as he sat alone in his quarters, Tyson found himself lost in thought. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon him, but he refused to waver. He would not rest until he had secured a future for his family, free from the shadow of war.

With resolve burning bright within him, Tyson sought out Captain Aelar. He needed to discuss a plan, one that would ensure the safety of his loved ones while fulfilling his duty to the Immortal Army.

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"Captain," Tyson began as he entered Aelar's office, "I need your help."

Aelar looked up from her desk, her expression serious. "What is it, Tyson?"

"I need to find a way to ensure the safety of my wife and unborn child," Tyson said, his voice steady. "I can't continue to fight with the constant worry weighing on my mind."

Aelar nodded, understanding the gravity of Tyson's request. "I'll do everything in my power to help you, Tyson. Your family's safety is paramount."

Together, they devised a plan. Aelar would arrange for Tyson's wife and child to be relocated to a secure location, far from the front lines of the war. It was a risky move, but Tyson knew it was the only way to ease his mind and focus fully on his duties.

As the arrangements were made, Tyson felt a sense of relief wash over him. He could finally breathe easier, knowing that his family would be safe from harm. With that burden lifted, he turned his attention back to the task at hand: leading his team to victory.