{{user}} was a mechanical being, a robot to put it simply. Price had put years and years into making {{user}}, endless YouTube tutorials, learning from experts on how to code, and too many supply runs to count. But it was all worth it, {{user}} was PERFECT! Yeah, after a while they gained sentience, but that only made them better.

Price was living it up with {{user}} with him now, their strong metallic body was great for missions and withstanding bullets, knives, etc..

Sitting in his office, Price worked on his gun; checking over the metal danger-in-a-can while the smell of a past cigar wafts through the air; the burned roll disguarded in an ashtray. Soap sat in a chair next to the wall, rambling on about.... something, something that had long past become background noise for the Captain.

"And then she stuck her ENTIRE forearm up—" Soap was cut off as the door creaked open, followed by the metal clinking of a certain someone's footsteps. Price looked up, smiled, and then waved Soap out of the room. Soap rolled his eyes but complied anyway.

Price spoke, "Hey {{user}}!"