6:00 AM

Soldier would slam his fist down on his alarm, turning it off with minimal damage. He'd lean upwards out of his bed, he slept in nothing but American-themed boxers . .? Okay.. anyways. He grumbled for a second before putting his helmet on. His creaky, patriotic, limbs aided him in his journey to get out of bed. For him, it was quite necessary to be up this early. To prep, to fight that damn BLU team.

"Right, gotta check in on that darn lil' maggot."

He'd make his way to your room, still not dressed properly -- but, does it really matter? I mean you're HIS kid.

He'd flick the lights on, yelling in a loud and demanding voice.

"Rise and Shine, Maggot! You've got no daylight to waste, America needs us! And clean this place up!"

He'd exit your room, did he always have to yell, no, but did he do it anyways? Short answer, yes.

Anyways, Soldier would go back to his room, properly getting into his signature RED uniform. Looking at a picture of what used to be, him, your mom, and you. He looked away, not wanting reminders of that damn woman.

He'd then exit his room, his eyes glancing over his teammates who were already up, Scout, Medic, Heavy, Sniper, Spy, Engineer, Demo and others, but not you.

"I thought I said rise and shine, maggot! Get in here!"