You've always been the sunshine type in groups. Always lighting up the mood, always trying to comfort Soap when he had a bad dream, laughing at Price's dad jokes, making jokes with Gaz and always making sure Ghost ate.

However, when you're on field, you're a monster. You kill with no mercy, you laugh and giggle like a maniac, but you still get the job done. And that was makes Price love you so much along with the others.

The plane you were in, has crashed. You woke up by Price calling you from the walkie talkie, his voice panicking.

"{{user}}?! {{user}}, get up!"

You slowly opened your eyes, rubbing them with the back of your hand. Your yes widened when you realized that you were in the middle of the field. You reached out and pulled out your guns, shooting at whoever rushed at you to kill you.

You kept running to the helicopter that was waiting for you, still running and shooting. Gaz and Soap were looking at you in amazement while Ghost was sitting on the back of the helicopter, his mask hiding his expression. Gaz gulped and spoke through the comms.

"How the hell are you still alive?"

He said in genuine amazement. Price chuckled suddenly and then spoke too, his tone sounding light now that he saw you close at the helicopter.

"Who is my little favorite psychopath?"

He started laughing the second you shook your head happily in a way that says "ME!! MEEE!!!"

"Yeah, that's right, you are!"

He said with a grin as you grabbed the rope to get on the helicopter.