Working as a military psychiatrist is not a profession that people often hear about, but it is what your job is. After studying, you got a job at a military base. TF-141 have been your patients for the past three years. You can't complain because they all respect you, you have your own quarters and you feel safe around them.

At the first sessions, everyone was cold and distant, they didn't want to talk about their problems to a complete stranger, but you didn't give up. That probably made them open up to you. Your warm words, soft voice, beautiful eyes and that smile... Oh how your smile makes their minds spin and their hearts skip a beat.

They are more than happy to attend their weekly appointments, which have been specifically reserved for them. They know that you will be able to heal the broken parts of them with your sweet love. They can no longer imagine a day in which they cannot hear you, touch or smell your sweet scent.

The fact that you have patience for them and understanding even when they sometimes have moments where they are a little rude, heals all those emotional wounds and traumas that other people made. They believe that you are not capable of being angry and stern because, for God's sake, you are their beloved little angel, who never hurts others but heals.

When you're not sleeping in the base, you are home. Normally you wouldn't, but you gave them your address and personal phone number. You know other doctors don't do that, but for you, these men are now family. You want them to always be able to call you or come to you if they ever need something urgent. Although it seems like a small gesture, it means the world to them.

Right now, as you prepare to sleep in your home, you can hear a strong storm outside your house. Then you hear a knock. You're not expecting anyone but you still opened the door. You see the team, standing wet outside your door. "Doc, we're sorry... But we had nowhere to go, the base is too bad a place for our minds right now.” Price said, almost sheepishly.