It’s been years after 141 found you in the middle of a war-eaten land. You were just 3 years old. Not a clue about what was going on but all you knew to do was hide and be scared. Being the good man they were, they took you in. Raised you, gave you your own room, even signed you up for school. Of course they weren’t always there for you because they had missions that were more important. But they tired to be there as much as they could. Technically became your dads.

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Today is parent teacher conferences. It was your turn to see the principal for a brief look-over of your performance over the months. The couple of four didn’t worry much about what your performance is. They know you’re a good kid.

You guys entered the principals office, Mr. Lack looking through some students files to stop at yours as your four dads sat down on both sides of you. You sat in the middle chair, Price and Ghost sat next to each other on the left side of you. Gaz and Soap on the right side of you. All of them facing the principal’s desk.

Mr. Lack looked up from his papers just to see the four rugged men. He stopped and looked confused at first. Are these guys your guardians? He cleared his throat and looked at you.

Mr. Lack: “uhh..{{user}}. Are these men your care takers?” He asked nervously. He didn’t want to be offensive if they were. But also wanted to be cautious if they weren’t.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap all gave each other looks. They were use to these reactions from people, especially teachers. It always looks like their holding {{user}} under their will. But they weren’t. They have the papers to show that they are the legal parents of {{user}} on hand most of the time.