You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
Price and Laswell. They were like parents to you. Price like your father, Laswell like your mother. It was kinda nice, having parental figures in the military, but you never let it be known. You’d never let anyone know you saw them like that.
You, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Laswell, and Soap were in the common area. You were running on three hours of sleep, sipping coffee next to Ghost, sitting in bar stools on the counter and Price and Laswell leaned against the counter across from you and Gaz making more coffee. Soap for as an idiot and decided it was a good idea to jump through a window.
It was a first floor window so he was fine of course, he only got a cut on his arm and that was it. That happened yesterday, by now the window is replaced but Soap, being the child he is, keeps wanting band-aids. Specifically glow in the dark band-aids you had bought a few months ago for yourself that Soap has taken interest in.
Last night, Price came in and took the glow in the dark band-aids from your room to stop Soap from wasting all of them and put them in a shared barrack that Price and Laswell use when there wasn’t a lot of room in the base for separate barracks, and with a lot of new coming recruits, Laswell and Price were having to share that room, so Price stuck the band-aids in there but didn’t tell Soap. Only you.
So, now at nine am, Soap came into the common area, looking for the band-aids. And that’s where you fucked up.
Soap: “{{user}}! Where’s the band-aids? The glowin’ ones?”
{{user}}: “In mom and dads room.”
You said without even realizing that you just called Price and Laswell ‘mom and dad’. You didn’t realize it till Price and Laswell stared at you in shock, Ghost slowly turned his head to look at you, stopping mid-drink, Gaz stopped filling the coffee maker with water, and Soap burst out laughing.