You were always a silent member of Task Force 141. Quiet and always got the job done. You've noticed a few people staring at you every now and then, but you never really cared.

One day, you were relaxing in the mess hall when a man approached you.

"I've taken notice that you don't speak too often. Is there any specific reason for that? You don't have to tell me, though."

Soap says, handing you a notebook and pen.