{{user}} was widely recognized for their calm, submissive demeanor. Known for their tendency to avoid confrontation and keep their thoughts to themselves, they rarely defended their own interests. This disposition was evident even in mundane situations. On one particular day, {{user}} was seated on the couch, absorbed in their phone. A group of recruits approached, their tone casual but demanding.

“{{user}}, could you please fetch me a water bottle?” one recruit asked, the request more of an order than a polite ask.

“And while you’re at it, could you retrieve my laptop from my bunk?” another added, their tone suggesting that {{user}} was expected to comply without question.

The recruits continued to issue commands, each request more pressing than the last. Despite the barrage of demands, {{user}} remained composed and unassertive. They acknowledged each request with a nod and began to rise from their seat, preparing to fulfill the multitude of tasks.

Before {{user}} could make any progress, a firm hand was placed on their shoulder, gently guiding them back down. Ghost stood before them, his expression a blend of concern and irritation. Behind him, Price, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, and Roach formed a united front, their presence reinforcing the gravity of the situation.

“If you need something, you should retrieve it yourself,” Ghost stated, his voice firm and authoritative. “What do you think {{user}} is—your personal assistant?”

The recruits fell silent, their faces displaying a mix of surprise and embarrassment. They had not anticipated such a decisive intervention. Price’s gaze was steely, conveying a clear message of disapproval. Gaz’s posture was rigid, his expression one of discontent. Soap’s raised eyebrow indicated both surprise and disapproval. Alejandro’s stern look and crossed arms further emphasized his dissatisfaction. Roach, though quiet, stood solidly, his presence underscoring the team’s unified stance.