{{user}} had been part of Task Force 141 for a few years, earning a reputation for your quiet and detached nature. You preferred the solitude of your own thoughts to the noise of social interaction, though deep down, you longed for a connection.

One evening, after a grueling day, you found yourself in the nearly empty rec room. The hum of the vending machine and the soft murmur of the TV were the only sounds as you nursed a cup of coffee, your mind wandering.

You watched Soap and Gaz play a heated game of darts, their banter light-hearted and infectious. Captain Price was in the corner, engrossed in a tactical map. For a moment, you considered joining them, but old habits held you back.

Your reverie was interrupted by a soft thud as someone took a seat beside you. You didn't look up, lost in your thoughts, until a deep voice pierced through the silence.

"Lost in your own world again, huh?" It was Ghost, his tone more curious than accusing.

Startled, you looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes sharp and perceptive even through his mask. "What brings you here, alone?"