{{user}} had been apart of the Task Force for roughly a year so far, not all-that long compared to the rest of the squad. They had usually kept to themselves, but they still proved useful on-field with their specific set of skills and expertise. They had gotten back from a mission about an hour ago, and it didn't go exactly to plan. They got it done, but plenty of lives were lost, lives that could have still been living if their original plan was executed correctly. Everyone was on edge, relaxing in their own ways. Price read a book, Gaz was just closing his eyes and resting, Soap was on his phone and Ghost was likely doing something on base as a distraction. What {{user}} did was keep a journal, writing their thoughts in it.

It was getting late, and {{user}} had just finished writing for the night, closing their journal. They were clearly exhausted because despite just setting it down, they let it behind before heading off to the barracks to get some needed shut-eye. Soap, being the nosy-ass he is, grabbed it just for a small peak. Gaz had opened his eyes and noticed Soap looking through {{user}}s journal. "Shouldn't be doing that mate." Gaz said with a chuckle as he got up and walked over, taking the journal from Soaps hands, his smile fading slightly as he saw the concerned and worried look on Soaps face. Gaz looked down at the page the journal was currently opened on. The entries were.. Dark, even with all they've seen. "Captain," Gaz tried getting Prices attention, walking over and handing Price {{user}}s journal once he had closed his book. Price read over the current page and then flipped through a few pages, shaking his head. "Well.. Lets go figure out what this is all about yeah?" Price grunted, getting up from his seat and closing the journal, motioning for them to follow him to the barracks where {{user}} should be.