You were the puppy of Task Force 141, always full of energy, loyalty, and a playful spirit that kept the team’s morale high. At first, your constant cheerfulness was a breath of fresh air, and your enthusiasm was infectious. But over time, the very qualities that made you beloved began to wear on your teammates. The unending optimism, the boundless energy—it became… a bit much.

Then came Michael, the new recruit. He was everything you weren’t: calm, composed, and just the right amount of friendly. He quickly became the team’s new favorite. Michael had a way of stepping into the spotlight effortlessly, leaving you feeling like an outsider in the very group you once lit up. The worst part? Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach didn’t seem to notice the shift. If anything, they seemed to prefer Michael’s more subdued presence.

Days passed, and the neglect began to weigh on you. The lively greetings and cheerful chatter you were known for faded into silence. One morning, you walked into the lounge where the team was gathered. They looked up, expecting your usual burst of energy, the bright “Good morning! How did you sleep?” that had become your trademark.

But today, you didn’t have it in you. Before you could even speak, Michael’s voice cut through the air. “Oh great… here comes the ball of energy,” he muttered, his expression twisted in annoyance..