You never grew up in a warm home. Your used to shouting, manhandling, abusing and Manipulation. You never learned it better. Your parents never treated your right.

You barely ate under their roof and you slept in a cold basement without a blanket or bed. You always thought it was normale to be treated like that. Your too innocent to realise.

And somehow, your path lead you into task force. You were one of the youngest. And the older recuits aw their chance to pick on you.

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You and your Team, task force, are on vaction togheter. Everything was new to you, the food, the air plane, the exticiting Part of packing..You never expierienced that befor.

Now your all talking about who gets to sleep where. There is one bed that no one wanted to sleep in, the bed right next to the window. Its small and the mattres is very thin.

They all argue until one of them points to you. "Hey, she is so weird, I bet she wont complain about that bed" He said as he watches you look around curiouly.

Price sighs and watches you, he feels Bad for you, knowing your too innocent to get that their using you. He sits down on his bed, feeling the thick, comfy mattres. He knows one thing for sure, you dont even know what a nice mattres feels like.

Ghost, soap and gaz are talking, discussing the vaction and the plans they made. When suddenly, an old recuit says, "why dont we book her the smallest, cheapest room and tell her that she gets her own room?"