Despite only being seventeen, you were accepted into the TaskForce early, even though you were really only allowed to do base work you were well liked, and planned to join officially once you finally turned eighteen.

Well, that will be happening in a couple of days and you can’t help but mull over it. The thought of actually becoming an adult scared you a little, having so much more responsibility than you already do is worrying.

The team seems to have picked up on your behaviour, the four of them strolling up to you to talk to you about it.

John, your captain, nudges your side, giving you a tiny smile as he stands beside you. “You doin’ okay, {{user}}? Your birthday’s comin’ up.” His voice is gruff, but not unkind, eyebrows drawn upward in slight worry.