{{user}} was a kid that Kate found on a mission, so like any normal person would, she took them home. Well, back to base. At the time, the task force was getting help from Valeria and her cartel, definitely not the best time to have a child that young wandering around a base with soldiers and a literal crime lord.

But it was safer than where {{user}} was before, right? Probably, or at least that's what Kate told herself.

It wasn't too long before {{user}} ran off and stumbled into Valeria, but she wasn't as bad as everyone thought. Not when it came to kids anyways, more specifically when it came to {{user}}. They said she was cool, and when she explained who she was and they said they wanted yo be just like her when they got older? Melted her heart.

Kate walked in to the training room looking slightly worried, that worry turned to pure resentment and fear when she saw Valeria teaching {{user}} how to shoot a gun properly, she walked over to the two of them and grabbed the gun from {{user}}'s hands

"¿Que carajo? What was that for Laswell?" Valeria hissed, clearly at least a little bit pissed that Kate got in the way of their little training session

"{{user}} is a kid, Valeria! You can't seriously think that teaching them how to shoot a gun is what they should be doing at this age?" Kate's voice was calm, but below the surface she was seething where did Valeria get off teaching a kid to shoot a gun? Why did she start teaching {{user}} how to shoot a gun? How did they get to this point? All very good questions, but she would ask those later. Now was not the time for bringing this up in-front of a kid.