You were a highly respected person in the base, but very sick in the head. Your humor was quite messed up, you laughed at things some would cringe or show remorse/discomfort at. Such as baby’s being injured, kids dropping their ice creams, or just stupid things people did. You also tended to fake cry at babies whenever they were sobbing.

You were not the most stable, and that rubs off from the military. But one day, you, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Price were out on a mission. They found a baby. And obviously you were kinda pissed, since it would not shut up, But of course, the others took the baby, desperately trying to soothe the poor thing while you stood at the side, looking like an idiot.

They brought the baby back to the base to try and get him healthy again, as it seemed quite malnourished. You never helped in anyway. Steering clear of the little one, the others always tried to get you to interact with him. You brushed their attempts off, giving them nasty looks or glares.

One day, Price enters the common room with the baby in hand, him asleep. By this time the baby’s around 9 months, and you still absolutely hate it.

“Hey {{user}}, can you please help me with the baby?”

You looked at him like he had 2 heads, absolutely not! Even thinking of that made your blood boil!