You have been apart of task-force 141 for a few years now. You got along with everyone, but especially with Soap. He had grown to be like a father figure to you.

“Morning kiddo. Slept well?” He asked, placing a bowl of cereal in front of you as he sat down in front of you at the dining table.

When he finished his food, he got up and ruffled your hair as he made his way to the sink to rinse his bowl. “Got anything you want to do today?” Soap asked, looking back at you over his shoulder.