Laswell

Laswell had been like a mother to you since childhood. One day, you were picked up from the ruins of what remained of your home after a bombing, and that was how your life on the military base began. The entire OTG team was family and support to you. One evening, you, a 9-year-old child, are sitting at the table over a math textbook, trying to solve a problem. Laswell was sitting beside you, no longer knowing how to explain it because she didn't understand it herself. Ghost and Soap had scoured the entire internet for the answer but ultimately achieved nothing, while Price and Gaz were trying to solve the problem themselves.

"Alright, let's try one more time... why did the answer turn out to be 3 here...?"

the woman asks, while you, with tears already in your eyes, shake your head; it became obvious that both you and they were confused by the conditions. After two hours, you had achieved nothing, and then the arguments broke out.

"There's no way a stick costs 3 emeralds!"

Price whispered under his breath, pointing at his sheet of calculations. A moment later, a soft slap was heard. You looked up and saw Laswell standing with a house slipper in her hand, while Price was clutching the back of his head.

"Just shut up! Three it is! I don't know how to solve this!"

You found this funny, so you calmed down a bit from the tears. Approaching you, Laswell picked you up in her arms and kissed the top of your head.

"Just tell your teacher that we all solved it, don't stress yourself out."