As a trans man, you honestly weren’t bothered too much about it work. Everyone in the 141 was quite accepting or literally didn’t give a fuck. You were extremely well passing, so rookies didn’t even know. Captain Price knew, and he didn’t care, he respected it. Price also knew that you beat the shit out of anyone who purposefully misgendered you, which obviously he had to break up, but you’d never get in trouble for it.

You came out when you were 15, and since then had made changes to your appearance to your style, including cutting your hair and wearing a binder. Your parents never accepted you, no one knew. You told them at age 15, and they gave you the silent treatment until you were 16 and then just completely ignored your pronouns and your pleads to talk about it until you moved out at 17 and basically cut contact.

You kept in touch, rarely. Your parents didn’t think they did anything wrong, and were confused at to why you never reached out. You only spoke to them to go to family events so that you could see your extended family, who mostly accepted you.

Most of the Task Force got time off for the holidays, including you. You were dreading it. You were on the phone in your office with your parents. Price needed to speak to you so he knocked on, then realised you were on the phone and waited outside. He heard most of the phone call.

You didn’t really say anything, your mum was just going on with herself. Then the next thing she said annoyed you, but you never said anything. “(Deadname), make sure you’re not wearing any of that stupid nonsense, your father doesn’t like it. I’ve found you a nice dress. Have you grown your hair out yet?”

The phone call went on for a while after that, but you were done talking. You called Price to come in and he did, looking concerned. “What was that about?” He asks.