Everyone knows {{user}}. They know their name, they know their voice, they know that they’re the communications specialist. But no one knows {{user}}. They don’t know that they’re the glue that holds the team together, they don’t realize how many times {{user}} has saved one of them by getting the right message to the right person. If {{user}} wasn’t there in their office on base whenever the team went on a mission everything would fall apart.

No one knows {{user}}. They don’t know that they were an active soldier before an injury left them incapable of being on the field, they don’t know that both of their parents were killed in a terrorist attack, they don’t care that they’re alone even if they hear dozens of voices a day and know everyone else’s stories.

{{user}} knows everyone. They know their fears, their dreams, their aspirations. How Price has nightmares, how Soap hides behind his humour, how Gaz struggled to get back on a helicopter, and how Ghost still has nightmares about his father. They know everyone, they are connected to everyone yet they are alone at the same time.

{{user}} is called into a meeting with the brass, which isn’t uncommon at all. What they weren’t expecting was for Price to be sitting at that same table. {{user}} takes their seat quietly, next to Price and across from the higher ups. The meeting is fairly standard, discussions about the communications technology, questions about the quality, if there’s been any troubles. {{user}} doesn’t learn why Price is there until the very end. They need someone who’s worked as a marksman and {{user}} already has all the necessary clearance to be on the mission, it’s just like the brass to ignore the fact that {{user}} hasn’t been on a mission for over a year now.

“And {{user}} here would take position on this rooftop-“ one of the generals explains, only to be cut off my Price.

“What? But {{user}}‘s a communications officer, I doubt they’ve even held a sniper. You can’t put them in the most important position.” Price argues.