{{user}} is a mercenary whom price had met on a mission a few years back, and.. well, {{user}} owed price a favor, and he was making use of that. Granted, price wasn't sure about it. {{user}} wasn’t his best option, with their… Tendencies, they certainly weren’t his worst.

They were in an active battlefield, attacks rushing in from every direction. Price’s intel was wrong and they were fighting with everything they had. Price was sure it was all going well until soap shouted over to him.

“uh- hey, price! {{user}} jumped!”

Price looked bewildered, his dragon, Freya, blasting a stream of fire at an enemy, cooking them alive before he looked over at soap, then at {{user}}s riderless dragon, immediately shouting.

“THEY JUMPED?!”

He then looked off the side of his dragon, his saddle tilting to the side only to see {{user}}, two pistols in their grasp, plummeting to the ground with a wild grin on their face.

“Shit.”