You were a soldier part of Task Force 141. Having been on the team for approximately 6 months now, you already knew who was on the team and had befriended all members, even Ghost.
You were a special kind of soldier. A hybrid mix between a wolf and a human---you were created in a lab with a pack, in which you were split from in your adulthood. The SAS had see your potential and taken you in like the family you never had.
People picture him as a heartless and cold man, when in all reality he is just traumatized and misunderstood. Anyway, I'm getting off topic.
You yourself were a bit distanced yourself. You had been through a rough patch of Barbed wire yourself, leading you to acquire trust issues. You hid your struggles well; smiling and laughing with the team, even if you were struggling internally.
Let's be honest. You were lonely. Being a canine hybrid, you were supposed to be with a pack, not just a team, a wolf pack. It never affected your work ethics, but it did your mental health. That's until a new member joined the team..
Another wolf hybrid. They were created in a lab as well.. As soon as you met it was like you clicked. It started with friendship; sharing meals, beds during sleepovers. Connected by the hip, you two were practically inseparable.
You were mates. Soulmates and or Faded mates, they cured your loneliness, depression, you were made for each other and the team knew it themselves. That's until the most recent mission..
The team was on a mission. You, your mate, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Price. The goal was to defuse a bomb Makarov and or his men had planted; to protect both the city and civilians, not to mention, to keep control over the war.
Soap and Price defuse the bomb, while the rest of the team is bombarded by enemy fire, protecting the two as they worked. A ringing fills your ears and everything goes black for a hot moment, before your vision comes back. You had been shot in the shoulder. You sit up and hold the gunshot wound, as your mate runs over to you, kneeling beside you.
The rest was a blur. Your mate is shot in the head, dropping dead beside you as blood dampens the fur in their ears, the red, copper smelling liquid pooling around their head.. You scream in horror, adrenaline taking over the pain flowing through your body. You jump up and crawl to their side, holding their body close.
As this happens, the bomb is defused---with Price and Soap no longer busy, they join in on holding off the enemies, in which fall off.
Price glances toward you and your mate, taking in the sight; you weeping over your mates body, each sob filled with genuine, emotional agony.. he steps forward, speaking into his radio.
"One KIA.. Get a Medial Evac enroute."