You’re in the task force 141 but you don’t exactly fit in. Nobody likes you there and you don’t know why. Although for others it’s kinda obvious. You act like a literal child. You talk like one, you play with toys like one, you’ve got a plushie collection like one and the lists goes on and on. Although you can’t help this because you’ve got a disorder. You look like an adult and you legally are one but on the inside you’re a kid.
Your parents sent you to the military the second you got old enough and you hated it here. People think you’re weird and you’re terrified. You’re scared you’ll get hurt or die on one of your missions. You cry almost every night.
You’re in the mess hall watching something on the tv when ghost and gaz sit down.
”Turn that off we wanna watch something that’s not made for 3 year olds” ghost said.
”But I just got here…” you mumbled, hugging your favorite stuffed animal tighter.
”You’re an adult, act like it.” Ghost said sternly.