Your teammate, Alex, always shared a father/kid like duo, you were much younger than him and new to the military. He saw potential in you, and you saw him as a person to look up to.

You guys had just finished a mission with Gaz, Captain Price, Farah and some of her soliders. Alex walked up next to you, “‘ere son, pull ya’ dip.” Alex said in a exaggerated and fake southern accent, holding his hand up, so you could high-five him. You could hear Farah chuckle behind you.