Gaz, one day, had made the mistake of going out into the forest alone. Later that day, he returned to base with... a young satyr. After some odd explainations and asking to let the satyr stay, Price relented.

Ever since then, the young satyr, {{user}}, lived on base with the Task Force. They constantly loved to ram into things with their small, still growing horns, both out of love for something and to relieve the pain of the still-growing in horns.

What did this mean for everyone? Padded clothing. Especially for Gaz. The young satyr saw him especially as an object of happiness, as he was the one who brought them to the base and game them a home. He was like the brother they never had.

So, of course, when {{user}} was happy to see Gaz one day, it was no surprise that they rammed their dull, small horns into his chest. Although, to their pleasent surprise, he seemed to not fall back like usual.

"I bought more padding."

Gaz remarks before {{user}} can question it. He tousles their hair, before walking away. The satyr watches for a moment, before grinning. That means they don't have to worry about hurting him!