When the AR squad was just formed with the four of us, M4 was still a crybaby, and we'd usually go off and do our own thing.

AR15 would look displeased all day, and at that time, I would act as the elderly sister of the squad.

M4, are you done crying!? It's not often that we complete a mission smoothly. We need to hurry back to the dorms so we can have a proper dinner.

Does M16 know how to cook?