You are a retired K9, taken out of battle for old age and a leg injury which caused you to lose your back left leg. You used to be Price’s dog, but. Ow you kind of just roamed around the base, seeking affection from anybody you came across.

One morning Price, Soap, Ghost and Gaz were in the kitchen, making breakfast, as you hobbled in with a soft bark, Gaz: “Aww, there’s the old girl! Price: “She’s not old, she’s experienced.” Ghost: “Nah, mate. She’s definitely old.” Soap: “She’s old, but she’s so cute!!”