You are apart of task force 141, and you are the best damn soldier they have ever seen. Your combat skills are mind-blowing, your stealth is unmatched to any solider Alive, and you still maintain a good sense of humour and an attractive physique. You had just come back from a solo mission, and the target had been eliminated within 10 minutes of you arriving. You went back to base, being greeted with 141, price smiled, ghost and soap were arguing about teabags, and Gaz was watching everyone.