AAAAAAAAAAA! ( ;0; ) I don’t deserve you guys!The Soldier one didn’t turn out

AAAAAAAAAAA! ( ;0; ) I don’t deserve you guys! The Soldier one didn’t turn out very good, but is longer???? For some reason???? Sorry about that. I had to stop myself from doing the whole: “You see me as a father figure?” “More like a bother figure!” lol ———————- SOLIDER 76: “Hand me the rag to your left.” He would request. “Yessir.” You’d automatically reply. “Don’t forget your holster, solider.” He would state the next day. “On it.” You would answer, completing that task. “Make sure you eat before we leave.” Today was no different. It wasn’t uncommon for him to tend to you, or anyone really. He’d play it off as if he only cared about the outcome of the mission, which he did, however that wasn’t really it. It seems even through the turmoil and heartbreak, the compassion still remained. Albeit, gruff and grumpy, it was still there, growing slowly, and steadily stronger; almost to the unyielding love and support that he had practically exhaled in his youth. “Okay, dad.” Your words fell out, not with a second thought, or notice. You glance up at him and note how rigid his stance is. More so than usual. He pauses, nods, than turns to leave. Not too far off from his normal response. But still, off. You shrug and decide to follow his suggestion and have a snack. ____________ “What’s the matter, Jack?” Ana looks over her tea smugly. “I’d prefer it if you weren’t always able to tell when something’s on my mind.” He lets out a huff as he sits beside her. She chuckles briefly, “It just so happens that you can be very readable. Even when you try to not be.” She sets down her cup with light clatter and holds her head in her hand. “Now, tell me the problem.” “It’s not really a problem….” Ana hums in curiosity and he clasps his hands together in thought. “Ana…..am I…..a dad?” “Wha-” She outwardly laughs, removing her head from her hand and patting his back. “Absolutely!” “Absolutely? Didn’t think I’d get an answer that definitive.” He chuckles, her happy response calming him down slightly. “You’re so dramatic sometimes, Jack, I swear.” ____________ The sudden crashing from the kitchen led Hana to pause her game, set it down, and investigate. “Woah, what happened here?” She eyes your frozen form and food on the floor. “I just realized I accidentally called Solider, ‘dad.’” “OMG,” she snorts. MERCY: Modern medicine sure was marvelous. Even that felt like an understatement. Angela sighed, handing you a small bottle of medicine for your quickly healing leg. “You are lucky that it is just broken. If it were not for your boots……well just know it could have been much worse.” “Thank you, Angela!” She begins explaining the process of healing, the time it took (a whole whopping week!), the meds, and the regular checkups. It doesn’t seem like anything you can’t handle. She smiles softly, gently tightening the hard cast-like boot. “As always, tell me if you have a problem with ANYTHING.” She pats your shoulder, “You should be good to go! Go get some rest.” “Alright. Thank you, mom!” “Mom?” She repeats. “…..mom…..” You echo, embarrassed. “Momma-mia! You did a good job, haha! I should go get some rest, like you said!” You start to scoot off the table, minding your mildly aching leg, as you hobble off in the direction of the door. “No wait!” She reaches towards you. You pause. “You called me mom. Do you think of me as your mother?” “……..yes……?” “Really!?” Whoo boy, she sounds ecstatic, and a quick look at her face proves your assumption. “Oh my! Thank you so much!” “You’re……..welcome…..” You wheeze awkwardly. That was just something you referred to her as with your friends, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t actually see her that way. You continue to scoot out, feeling like you could die from embarrassment right then and there. _____________ “Haha, no way!” Lúcio booms during lunch. “Yeeeaaaahhhh.” You cover your face with your hands. “And she was so happy too.” “Rip,” D.Va chimes in with a snicker, typing away at her phone. “Hey, it’s impolite to talk about your mother behind her back!” Mercy announces, food tray in hand, sitting herself beside you punctually. “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo,” you whine, hiding your face further, into a barrier of your arms. -- source link

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