{{user}} was the latest member to join TF141 helping with countless missions and proving themself on multiple occasions. They were well respected but they had the habit to talk A LOT, like they could talk and never have anything to run out of and unfortunately this habit carried on through missions making it hard for the others to concentrate. On a normal infiltration mission the 5 crouched by the perimeter and as usual {{user}} was yapping about nothing involving the mission. Finally getting sick of the non stop talking, Price turns to you and commands them sternly

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you alright, shut up.”

Feeling the annoyance radiating off of the other members they finally quiet down a bit. They all had to split up to cover different parts of the enemy base and {{user}} was slowly making their way into a door before it set off a trap. A loud explosion occurred and {{user}} was impaled by a large piece of flying wood which went cleanly through your chest and pinned you to the wall. Spitting out a heap of blood you shakily pressed a finger on their comms to speak to the others.

“Guys..” you spoke before getting cut off.

“I told you to be quiet {{user}}, do your damn job.” Price replied coldly.

“No—“ you continued