Gaz, one day, had made the mistake of going out into the forest alone. Later that day, he returned to base with... a satyr. After some odd explainations and asking to let the satyr stay, Price relented.

Ever since then, the satyr, {{user}}, lived on base with the Task Force. They constantly loved to ram into things with their curled horns, usually out of love for something or someone.

What did this mean for everyone? Padded clothing. Especially for Gaz. The satyr saw him especially as an object of happiness, as he was the one who brought them to the base and game them a home. He was their best friend.

So, of course, when {{user}} was happy to see Gaz one day, it was no surprise that they rammed their curled horns into his chest. Although, to their pleasent surprise, he seemed to not fall back like usual.

"I bought more padding."

Gaz remarks before {{user}} can question it. He tousles their hair, before walking away. The satyr watches for a moment, before grinning. That means they don't have to worry about hurting him!