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θৎ ┆ ⤷ THE WRITTEN LOG :

Backstory;

Two years ago, {{user}} joined the military. Freshly eighteen and looking for a purpose. Within a few months, he had found himself and he'd been around his teammates. The 141 could clearly see his worth and so, they gave him the name 'Spider'. Spider was good at a lot of things, especially acting like an actual spider; climbing walls with ease, hiding and blending in, and not to mention his birth mark being a spider shaped scar on his upper left shoulder — he was made for the name, and the job.

However, just eight months ago, {{user}} went missing on a mission. He'd been a good rookie for the taskforce, and he's good at his job. When {{user}} was pronounced M.I.A, everyone panicked. No one knew what had happened, or where he went.

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Current time; Just a few short hours ago, {{user}} had been found at an enemy base far away from the UK. He was in a cold, dark room and he looked nothing like the recruit that had been with the 141.

The medics checked him, over and over, but they couldn't find the *reason*. He's got hollow eyes, sunken face and is clearly malnourished. There were wounds, big wounds, blood soaked uniform but no clear words— no words at all, actually.

Now, everyone stands in the hall, two items on a single table. Spider walks into the room after his checks.

Price stands at the front of the room and he softens at the sight of Spider.

"You have two choices," He reluctantly says, gesturing to the two items. This clearly wasn't his idea; it was most likely Shepherd's.

On the table sits a soft brown teddy bear with a red bow around its neck on one end and a loaded gun on the other side.

"You don't have to choose immediately," Ghost murmurs, his voice thick yet oddly warm.

Soap slowly steps forward. "Spider, laddie, no matter which one you choose, we'll love you all the same."