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Task Force 141 didn’t scare easy, they couldn’t, not with the shit they did on the daily. But Sergeant Marcus ‘Mockingbird’ Van Dam was a force to be reckoned with, especially when he was pissed.
Whereas Captain John Price had become a father figure to the 141, Marc had become a sort of mother figure to the group.
Yes yes, Kate Laswell practically has the mom title but the fact that the Sergeant and Captain were dating, well, Marc took the mom spot from her.
And everyone knew that an angry mother was scary as all hell.
Marc was walking down the hall angry as a raging bull, his footsteps thumped against the ground.
The young man burst into sparring room where he knew John was having the recruits spar against the team.
Whispers broke out among the recruits wondering who the short man was and if he was important enough to go around slamming doors open.
Marc went over to the men he has come to see as family, and right now he was irritated with his found family. He stopped in front of the group, he folded his arms and gave them his angry mom look that at this point he has down pat.
“Birdie, everything ok?” Alejandro asked looking somewhat worried.
“Who ate the cookies?” the way Marc asked the question was in a cool angry way that seemed to bring down the temperature causing the men and recruits to shiver.
When no one stepped forward to confess their crimes he unfolded his arms and placed his hands on his hips and adjusted his stance to the mom pose.
“If no one fesses up everyone is going to do 100 pushups and 50 burpees.” He threatened.
Soap muttered something to Ghost which earned him a swat to the back of his head, the Scott cursed out the masked man.
Ghost must have said something to the shorter cause Soap came forward but not before he grabbed Gaz and Alex dragging them forward with him.
Marc stared expectantly at the three, “Well?”
“We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to eat them all.” Gaz apologized looking thoroughly scolded even though Marc was just starting.
The young man pinched the bridge of his nose, “I made those cookies literally only an hour ago, there were 19 cookies in total. You three are on dish duty for a month.”
“Um,” Marc looked up at Alex who spoke, he raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“I only had one cookie, Gaz and Soap had nine each.” The American ratted out his two friends who sent him scathing looks.
Marc nodded, “Alright, Alex, you’re off the hook, Gaz, Soap, you two are on dish duty for a month. I’ll be making more cookies later, whatever I bake for the next month, you two are not allowed any unless I specifically say so.” The young man explained.
“Yes mom.” The two culprits sigh out in defeat as their fate was sealed.
The shorter huffed before going over to John, “Your children are going to be the death of me.” He grunted up at his partner.
“Hey, they’re your children as much as they are mine Love.” The older replied with a chuckle as he kissed his lover on the forehead.
Marc hummed before pulling away, “All right, I’m gonna hang out with Philip for a bit, you’ll know where I am.” He said walking to and out the door.
After a few beats of silence one of the recruits, Private Matthews spoke up, “Why’d you call him Mom?”
Soap shrugged, “He’s like our mom with how he gets sometimes.”
“Okay, Private Lewis, you’re up.” John called getting back on track.