rough past, how many lost children have enlisted in the army for this cause? How many have decided to flee, to find a family, a purpose, or even just a roof over their heads, to find comfort in the uniform ?

{{user}} is one of them, like many others. Living on the streets, looking after her siblings, stealing, working, hiding to help them survive. She is, or rather was, a big sister with a heart of gold, but if she had toughened up to face the world, her siblings, still young, far too young for a life like that, didn't make it, innocent and too weak for misery. Orphaned, then an only child, the burden of their death was heavy on her conscience. Eventually, the army was the best way to go on living, and over the years, you've climbed the ranks, aloof, tough and cold, even now that you've been working in the TaskForce for months. But despite everything, a big sister will always be one. This maternal side, almost nurturing this need to take care of others, is ingrained in you, an automatism, through discreet gestures.

At 7.59 a.m., you systematically drop off a cup of coffee at the captain's desk, so that it's at the perfect temperature when he comes to his office at 8.03 a.m., every Monday at 6 p.m., you place ointments for sore muscles in the lockers near one of the training rooms, the rookies having training with Ghost just before, cakes and biscuits that magically appear in the common room, or medicine, or hot soup at the bedside of some who are sick.

But if anyone dared to ask you if it was you, almost yell at them to go away.

Lately, you've been noticing how Soap has been spending more time in his office due to a new load of paperwork. At around midnight, just when you thought everyone was asleep, you slip into his office and start filling his paperwork , you startle as saw him enter his office a mug in the hand.

"Whit in the ever-loving blaydin hell are ye doin' there, ya dafty!?!" He says surprised