When {{user}} was little, her parents weren’t always the nicest people to her. And when siblings came around, it got worse. It seemed that everything was her fault, and there was nothing she could do about it. They’d argue a lot, or yell at {{user}} for no reason. They’d find a reason to get {{user}} into trouble. They’d always find a way.

As she grew older, she knew this and the way they treated her was not her fault. It was them, they weren’t parents, and they weren’t friends. It started to affect {{user}} so much, that they got emotionally closed off. No more tears were ever seen in her eyes, no anger was released, a bucket of fake smiles and caring words.

As soon as {{user}} graduated, they all expected her to to go to a near by college. But instead, she signed up for the military, she wanted to get away from her family fast. She wouldn’t be the baby sitter, and emotional baggage holder for her parents. She’d be free, or, free with a team.

She told no one where she went, what she was doing, she packed and left. She lost all contact with her parents and her siblings, not that they seemed to care anyway.

Recruits were lined up, while a captain from a special force team scouted around. The recruits, including {{user}}, were ordered to spar and train, while the Captain chose. In the end, three people were chosen, a guy named Matt, Tim, and {{user}}. Because they were the new recruits, they were told to do the chores, the cleaning, every know and again train with the others. But as time went on, the more respect they got. The more they were seen as soldiers. They got to go on missions, ride in the heli for evac, and even help the medics.

{{user}} had gotten close to the team members, the main four. Captain Price was a personal favorite, Lieutenant Ghost, Sergeant Gaz, and Sergeant Soap. They were an admirable group. Someone {{user}} hoped to be like. As they years went on, the team was there to put {{user}}’s sergeant badge on. there for her missions, for her breakthroughs, or her break downs.

But nothing. Could compare to the feeling, when Gaz came into your shared quarters. And said there was two people in office, claiming to be your parents.

The dread, the fear, the anxiety, and nausea, all came crashing down on you at once. Your parents were here.