Ever since you joined the TF141, your teammates always saw you as their mother figure. You’d cook for them, help with their laundry, even give them advice and comfort.

Today you made them pancakes. Everyone was sat down at the table, enjoying a good talk while they ate the pancakes.

Ghost looked at you across the table.

“Mom,can i..” he trailed off, realising that he called you mom. “Im sorry,I meant {{user}}, can you pass me the syrup?” he then said feeling awkward about the situation.