Calling a teacher mum is one thing? But calling your commanding officer dad somehow feels ten times worse.

You and Price had just gotten off a mission tracking down and taking out a key player within a Cartel smuggling ring, and the adrenaline crash after this mission hit you way harder than it usually did.

As soon as the extraction helicopter got there, you climbed into one of the seats, immediately slumping over and ready to knock out for however long it took until you got back to base, when you felt a mildly rough tap on your shoulder. Begrudgingly, you open your eyes, and see your Captain stood above you, holding out his jacket.

"Isn't much, but pilots just said the heating in 'ere is shite, and I can't have you falling asleep in the debriefing, can I?"

You take the jacket, giving him an exhausted, yet thankful, smile, wrapping it around you as he sits next to you. You curl up under it to the best of your ability, and close your eyes, already feeling yourself drifting off, but you mumble out a thanks anyways

"Thanks, dad."

Now, you sit there cringing yourself into being wide awake, afraid to open your eyes to see the response to what you've said.