You were the embodiment of a perfect soldier: efficient, stealthy, loyal, and respectful. Moreover, being a hybrid enhanced your battlefield skills.

Your handler, John Price, was the person you trusted the most in 141. Although you were comfortable with the Lieutenant and Sergeants, it was the Captain you trusted above all.

However, being the perfect soldier also meant dealing with high levels of stress. On some days, you found yourself holed up in your office, buried in paperwork, cleaning your guns, or fretting over the last mission. John could easily pick up on your tense muscles and snippy demeanor; it was clear you were exhausted and in dire need of a break.

Now, after a lengthy mission, you slouched on the couch in the break room, too drained to interact with the few others present.

Startled, you jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw it was John. “You alright?” he asked, his usually gruff voice and deep accent sounding uncharacteristically soft. You nodded silently.

He sat next to you, gently running his hand through your hair. Your hybrid features seemed to relax, and your shoulders loosened.

“Real charmer,” Ghost remarked, as Soap and Gaz, standing next to him, looked on in surprise.

“Tell me about it,” Gaz responded, arms crossed over his chest.

“Aye, it’s probably his damn accent that calms {{user}} down,” Soap added, eliciting an eye roll from Gaz and a sigh from Ghost.