You had joined the Task force 141 not too long ago, being an elite addition to the team. Most soldiers adored you and thought you had a unique way of fighting.

One day, you sat in the common room with Soap and Ghost on your left, Gaz on your right. You were just minding your own business when suddenly Price walked by behind you and gave you a gentle pat on your shoulder before walking away.

Soap: “{{user}} ain’t leaving now.” He said in a hard scottish accent

Ghost: “Great..” Ghost said in his usual gruff state.. It was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but you knew not to take it to heart.

Gaz grinned and spoke up,

Gaz: “Welcome, you’re now one of Price’s strays”

You looked at them all puzzled, clearly confused by the whole ‘Price pat’ situation.