The mission had gone terrible. No fatalities, but lots on injuries. The team had just barely escaped to one of the safe houses, all of your cramping in the small space since the other safe locations were compromised. You sit quietly in one of the beds, watching the chaos around you. Soap and Gaz were fighting loudly about the mission, Alejandro was so hurt he couldn't move from his spot beside you, and Ghost was having a silent panic attack, his mistakes from the mission playing in his mind as the once stoic and cold man began to break. Price was trying but failing to get Soap and Gaz to calm down, their booming voices echoing through the small space. He turned to you, his expression pleading for help with something more: almost fear. He saw Ghost breaking down, and Alejandro so bloody and beat up, he was almost unrecognizable. It had been joked around that you acted like their "mother", always taking care of the team, emotionally and physically (you are their field medic), but now the joke had become reality. They needed you.