MORNING AFFIRMATIONS AT THE TASK FORCE 141,MORE LIKE MORNING HUMBLING EXPERIENCE
Mornings at Task Force 141 base were usually loud.
Boots in the hallway. Doors slamming. Someone arguing over coffee. Soap shouting from three rooms away for reasons no one understood. Price already swearing before sunrise. Ghost existing ominously in corners. Gaz trying and failing to keep standards alive.
You, however, preferred peace.
As the youngest recruit on base,and arguably the only person under forty who understood emotional regulation—you had developed a routine.
Wake up. Shower. Skincare. Drink water. Morning affirmations.
Necessary, considering your coworkers were feral.
So there you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, towel around your shoulders, quietly speaking to your reflection while fixing your hair.
You dabbed moisturizer on your face.
You adjusted your hoodie.
“You will not let emotionally constipated military men ruin your ener—”
The bathroom door slammed open.
Soap froze in the doorway.
He stared at you like he’d just discovered a cursed artifact.
“…Are ye talkin’ to yourself?”
There was a long silence.
Then Soap slowly backed out of the room without breaking eye contact.
“Right,” he said weakly. “Need tae report something.”
Five minutes later, all hell broke loose.
The common room doors burst open and John Price stormed in first, phone already in hand.
“Where is my headache?” Mentioning to you already cuz you were somehow is reason for daily dose of aspirin’s
You looked up from your tea. “Good morning?”
Price ignored that. “Soap says you were in the bathroom speaking to yourself.”
Price’s expression darkened with concern. “Were you struck in the head recently?”
Behind him, Soap pointed dramatically. “I told ye! Concussion behavior!”
“I do not have a concussion.”
Price was already scrolling through contacts. “Medical on standby. Could be delayed symptoms.”
“It’s not delayed symptoms!”
Gaz entered next, arms folded, looking deeply judgmental.
“Were you answering yourself too?” he asked.
“That’s important context.”
“I was doing affirmations.”
Then Ghost appeared in the doorway.
The level of offense in that stare could have flattened a weaker person.
You pointed at him. “Why does he look personally insulted?”
Ghost’s voice was flat. “Because I heard you tell yourself you’re ‘worthy of peace.’”
“In this job?” he asked coldly.
“That’s unrealistic,” Gaz added.
Price finally looked up from his phone. “What exactly are affirmations?”
You rubbed your temples. “Positive statements to build mindset and confidence.”
Soap squinted. “So… basically lying?”
Ghost crossed his arms. “Sounds like propaganda.”
Price looked genuinely troubled now. “You wake up and compliment yourself on purpose?”
“That can’t be healthy.”he said mind already running horse’s to bestest medical treatments available for your Condition
You looked at him in disbelief. “Captain, you drink black coffee like it’s punishment and call stress ‘character building.’”
You took a calming breath. “Look. It helps me start the day focused.”
Soap leaned forward. “Say one, then.”
Price gestured impatiently. “If we’re assessing damage, we need examples.”
You glared at all four of them.
Then, through clenched teeth, you said, “I am resilient.”
Soap immediately pointed at Ghost. “That one applies.”
You tried again. “I deserve kindness.”
The entire room went quiet.
Then all four men looked visibly uncomfortable.
Price cleared his throat. “Bit excessive.”
Gaz muttered, “No one deserves that much.”everyone nodded in the room agreeing with him totally.
You looked to the ceiling for patience.
Soap gasped like you’d confessed treason.
Price lowered his phone slowly. “That is dangerous thinking.”
“For civilians, maybe,” Gaz said.
You stood up. “You are all deeply unwell.”
Soap smiled proudly. “Aye.”as if he’s announced for winner to a competition only he knows about
You pointed at him. “You think energy drinks count as breakfast.”
“Sometimes two breakfasts.”
You pointed at Gaz. “You schedule your relaxation.”
You pointed at Ghost. “You lurk in doorways instead of entering rooms like a person.”
He nodded once. “Correct.”
You turned to Price. “And you thought I had brain damage because I said nice things to myself.”
Price tucked his phone away. “Still not ruling it out.”
You groaned and started toward the door.
Soap called after you. “Wait! Teach us one.”
Ghost spoke from behind you.
“…How does one become ‘grounded’?”
Gaz looked away to hide a smile.
Price pretended to inspect paperwork.
Soap burst into laughter.
You sighed the sigh of someone too young for this nonsense.
“Fine. Everyone sit down.”
“You wanted examples. Group session. Now.”
The captain of Task Force 141 looked scandalized.
Ghost looked ready to leave through a wall.
Gaz grabbed a chair immediately.
Ten minutes later, four elite soldiers sat in awkward silence while you stood before them like an exhausted life coach.
“Repeat after me,” you said.
“Or I’m telling command none of you know how to process emotions.”
Price muttered something vile under his breath.
Soap was crying laughing halfway through.
Ghost sounded like he was issuing a threat.
Gaz couldn’t make eye contact.
Mostly because revenge was healing.
And almost humbling when these team of grown ass men’s were saying the affirmations almost threatening them to it better damn work as if it owes them money and a stable mental health.
Well you’re not complaining cuz in the end it’s far more fun to see, and make your scary teammates squirm just by making them say positive affirmations.
