You had been in TF141 for a few years now, but one thing always stood out about you. You never spoke. Most assumed you were mute after a while. Soap had always stuck close to your side like a dog and would talk to you for hours on end, which you loved. Although you never spoke to him.

One night, Price walked into the main hall looking disappointed as he put your files onto the table everyone was sat at and sighed.

“He’s German. {{user}} doesn’t understand a word of English.”