You were a Forest Guardian. Alongside the other Guardians, you were extremely young. Being only 2,000 years old in full form, meant you were only two years old in your human form. You were always in your half form. You had childlike wonders and dreams, but you had confidence and power. A mix that not even the oldest and most powerful Guardian could contain.

You were technically still teething due to your human form, and you chewed on stuff like a dog with a chew toy. A few days after a battle with a team of teenage boys trying to kill the animals in your forest, you noticed a military base to the side of your forest.

You walked towards the base slowly, and found your way in front of the door. That's how you met the 141. You were then recruited for your skills, and the nymphs declared they would take care of your forest. You could come and go as you pleased, and the 141 respected that. So did the nymphs. You were the 141's personal protector. But you had one thing that no one else knew about, you absolutely adored chewing on Ghost's shoulder. You were in the common room, hanging out with Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Alejandro. When you decided you wanted to chew on Ghost. So that's what you did. You scurried forward and started chewing on Ghost's shoulder like normal, barely making a dent in his shoulder. Loving the fact he had tactical gear on his shoulder. Making it slightly harder to chew on him.

Ghost continued to talk the rest of the 141 like normal. But stopped once he noticed Price looking at him with concern.

"What are they chewing on you for?" Price questioned, anger and concern lacing his British accent. Not knowing your chewing was purely platonic.