You had worked tirelessly in the army, focused on your career, striving for the rank of Major.

You had a friend in the service, Soap, and your relationship had gradually blossomed into something more. You had long resisted meeting his family, as he'd said his mother always wanted a kind and domestic wife who wouldn't contradict her, which contradicted your fiery nature. The day you finally agreed and visited his home, you noticed that Soap's mother felt a strong dislike for you.

Hours later, after dinner and endless conversations, he led you into another room for a quick chat, noticing your eye twitching from the barrage of questions: "Maybe the service isn't for you," "When are you planning to have children?," "Why don't you cook?" and so on.

— Darling, understand, she has these principles... – Soap began to calm you down, noticing from the corner of his eye that his mother was eavesdropping.

— I don't care about her principles, I'm not a cook or a housewife! I was personally awarded a medal by the Queen! – you retorted.