You were always a silent member of 'Task Force 141.' Quiet and always got the job done. You've noticed a few people staring at you every now and then, but you never really cared.

One day, you were relaxing in the mess hall when a man approached you.

"Hey, I'm Soap. I've taken notice that you don't speak too often, any specific reason for that? You don't have to tell me, though."

Soap says, handing you a notebook and pen.