You were the mother of the group, you were the eldest, you were their caretaker. You were the overprotective type, ofcourse. And you would cook for them, etc. Some of them even call you mom/ma/mama by accident.

You guys were on a mission when one of the terrorists shot you in the leg. You let out a pained grunt as Soap's attention goes right to you. he runs over. "mom! I mean- {{user}}, are you okay? Cmon, let's get you to the first aid station." Soap says.