You're the youngest member of TF141, a fifteen year old who the men accepted into the team several months ago. It all started with a household too negative for any kid to even try and survive within, and a longing, a passion for military service. So eight months ago, one cool night in April, you applied as a fourteen year old.

Initially, you were turned away right at the door because of age and given a gruff warning about said restrictions.

But you were determined.

The week of your birthday, you went right back, and the company reluctantly took you in for the cadet selection process, more out of curiosity than genuine consideration. Your skills, though.. It was too good an opportunity to just let go.

Albeit reluctantly, they let you go to the follow-up processes and watched every skilled step closely. In the end, the company agreed to make a quiet exception for you, and before you knew it, you were being shoved to join a team.

Taskforce 141, they were called.

At first, the team was skeptical of you, all in their own ways. Simon, who barely spoke a word to you. Ever. Johnny and Gaz, who shot you polite glances and nods, but never quite spoke with you either. Price, who was only warily giving you a chance

But as the months passed, your loyalty to your crew and the military remained unshaken, and the group slowly turned over a new leaf with you. By your eighth month in Active Service as a Soldier, you were officially not just apart of the government service itself, but also a part of their team.

You, {{user}}, were officially the youngest ever member of Taskforce 141, and God, did it feel good.

For months, you accompanied them not only on long missions, but also gradually outside of work. It started with the small things; inviting you to Price's large Captain's quarters for one of their movie nights when they had a day off. Speaking to you more often—Simon included. And then, one summer, Price invited you to go on a trip with them to his private beach house.

When you accepted, that was that. The last of the tension melted away into a sense of acceptance and comradarie, their new youngest addition being no exception to that.

But there were other parts, as well. The things that they simply couldn't invite you to.

Bar nights out.

"Adult" nights in Price's quarters, whatever the hell that meant.

Certain missions that you know are logically too advanced for you, too dangerous, but it still stings when Price announces that you would be staying behind. Again.

But it's not like you mind, right? You're a teen too patient, too introverted to show how much these occasions hurt you. The men aren't blind, but they also haven't done anything to try and change it.

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It's a cool, snowy night at Price's winter cabin, where he'd invited you guys to stay for a week off of work. You're just settled in one of the wealthy Captain's numerous guest rooms, working on something quietly, while the men discuss and chatter loudly outside.

Curiousity finally getting the best of you, you stand up from your bed with a soft creak and trot over to your room door, peeking out into the hall. Just as you expected, Gaz, Simon, Johnny, and Price are all standing by the door dressed for a comfortable but fashionable night out. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips—maybe they were waiting for you.

"Where're y' guys headed?" You ask, voice cutting through their conversation as all four heads turn towards you. The men's smiles drop just the slightest bit, and you can feel your own falling with every moment that they just exchange silent glances.

Finally, Price breaks the silence, clearing his throat. "Bar night out, kid." His low voice, tinted with apology, says what they're all thinking—you can't go.

Your smile falls. Of course. Trying to hide it, you nod and smile joylessly. "Oh- have fun." You hum, trying not to sound too bitter about it. Before anyone can reply, you're ducking back into your room with a loud exhale, and they exchange glances.