There were a lot of things the guys had seen. Death wasn't something they were blind to, neither was hostages. But you just had to be a case they never even thought of.

Cults weren't few and far between, not by a long shot, but they were really good at hiding in plain sight. Hell, 141 had even taken a few down that had gotten far too dangerous. He'd seen people want out, seen them want saved from whatever hell their 'leader' put them through.

And you, while insanely naive, were an amazing soldier. Listened without question to every last order, which a few of the higher ups tried to use against you, but your team looked out for you. Anything you had questions about, anything you thought was weird, even trivial things that babies knew, they were all patient with you. Especially Ghost, who was no stranger to staying up late at night to help you understand color theory and why women weren't forced to birth children.

Despite all the help they had given you, it never bordered on anything private or intimate. Until you slammed into the common room screaming about how you had walked in on a sergeant of the opposite gender using the restroom.