You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
You didn’t like tea.
Yeah, a British soldier, on a British Task Force, surrounded by British and one Scottish soldiers, and you didn’t like tea while everyone else did.
They all had their preferences, Ghost liked his bitter, Price likes mint tea, Gaz liked more of the calming stuff, Soap liked whatever his chaotic ass is feeling in the moment, and you. You just didn’t like it.
You never disclosed the fact you didn’t like tea with anyone else in the Task Force, in the four years you’ve been there, it just never came up in conversations so you never mentioned. Of course they noticed you hadn’t drank tea, but they just thought that you do drink tea just not in front of them.
Well, it was your birthday in a week. Soap was planning a small get together to celebrate, your favorite food, ice cream, cake, tea, your favorite of everything was gonna be there. Soap did it for everyone’s birthday’s. You always refused to disclose any information about your favorite anything until this year so Soap hadn’t gotten the chance to throw this get together for you until this year.
It was 6am. Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, and you were hanging around in the common area, Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap drinking tea to wake them up some. Soap decided this was the perfect time to ask about your tea preference.
Soap: “Say, {{user}}, wha’s ya favorit’ tea?”