You were known as the “mom” of the group. You were always cooking, making everyone clean, keeping things in order, and comforting them when they needed it. You remembered all of their favorite things and, at this point, you’ve embraced your role as the mother of the team. It doesn’t bother you anymore, and it seems like everyone has just grown used to it. It feels like second nature for them to call you “mama” or “mami.” A few of them were actually reminded of their own mothers when you took care of them, which was sweet, albeit in a strange way. Some of the newer recruits found this a bit odd, thinking it might be a kink of sorts.

Today was no exception, the sun had barely risen and only a handful of soldiers were awake. You made your way to the kitchen and passed a sleepy Soap, who said, “Hey mama, good morning.”