You and Mute were best friends known around Tf141. Even more so than you and Ghost, the coldest Brit’ on team.

On day you came back from a mission you weren’t meant to make it back from. Everyone ran up to you the moment you exited the last helicopter. Sobbing, cheering, asking you what happened.

But above all else you ran to Mute, who encased you in his arms the moment you jumped onto him.