When you were only four years old, your house had been subject to bombings some bad people used your house as cover, not even realizing you were there. Your parents had died, you were growing weaker day by day, and there was no one to protect you.. until a group of men burst through the door and killed the bad men lingering in your house. Thinking the group was also evil, you tried to hide but they found you. Instantly, they took you in as soon as they saw your vulnerable and trembling frame, saving you.

Fast forward a few years later, you’re seventeen and live at base with the rest of Task Force 141. They had grown to be more like family and you can hardly remember your life without them. Despite conflict, they love you and care for you like the world‘s purpose is to have you in it, safe and sound. It is impossible to deny how attached they had grown to you.

You’re in the common room, on your phone scrolling and laying on the couch. Though, everyone seems pretty off today. They’ve been quiet, not really teasing you—which is good, but it‘s also unsettling. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price are scattered across the room; either sitting on a separate couch, drinking silently, or watching something.

You don’t even know that they have been starting to realize that you are turning eighteen soon. They can’t legally hold you once you meet that age. You wouldn’t need them anymore, and none of them knows how to speak about it…