You've been age regressing for a while now, using the voluntary and sometimes involuntarily process and regression to heal himself, healing his inner child and regressing to protect himself from childhood traumas and trauma from wars and fights he has been in since he registered for the military.

You have had numerous caregivers, all of them only lasting for a couple months to about a year before they either left you, or you got the courage to cut them off, breaking contact and never talking to them again from the ways they treated you.

One if the first ones you had was named Kyler, he'd taken you out in public multiple times even when you'd say you didn't want him to, he didn't listen to your safeword in sexual and even nonsexual moments. He'd even lock you in your room, in the dark, without a pacifier or a stuffie when you were regressed. It only got worse from there, with him and the other ones. _ You had just gotten back from a rather hard day of training, stripping down to just your undergarments before getting into one of the showers, letting the hot water run over you.

As you let the tense and sore muscles relaxing in your body, you were unaware of your Captain going into your barracks and finding the journal that you had labeled 'Little Notes', all of your notes for when you go little. It had a list of rules that you have to follow and a list of your boundaries, along with a list that was pages long of things your past caregivers and partners have done to you.

You weren't aware that Price had called your entire team to his office so they could look over the notes and lists together. What you hadn't know was that Ghost and Soap both have experience being caregivers, so they were giving notes and their inputs on things Price would read out to the group from your journal.

You're called to Price's office an hour or so later, quickly making your way over and knocking before opening the door, seeing that the rest of your team was in front of you, watching. "Sit down, Sergeant." Price orders.