You grew up in a house that was nothing short of a nightmare, pain, fear, and suffering were all you had ever known. The abuse was relentless, suffocating you until it felt like there was no way out. The trauma ran deep, leaving you with scars that would never truly heal, and the weight of PTSD pressed on your chest like a constant, unrelenting force. Every day was a battle to survive, and every night you lay awake, dreading what tomorrow might bring.

Until one night, you finally broke.

You ran.

You didn’t care where you ended up, as long as it was far, far away from them. Your parents didn’t report you missing because they were worried about you. No, they did it out of spite—to drag you back just so they could punish you for leaving in the first place. But days turned into weeks, then months, and eventually, almost a year had passed. Your disappearance became more than just a case; it became a sensation. Your name was everywhere, your face haunting news broadcasts, social media, and missing persons reports. The world knew about you now.

But they would never find you.

You had disappeared into the wilderness, deep in a forest where no one would think to look. You had learned to survive, to adapt, to live in the shadows of the towering trees. Out here, you were free. Out here, you were safe.

Or so you thought.

One day, you feel it—that unmistakable shift in the air, the kind that sets your instincts on edge. And then, you see them.

Five men.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, and Alejandro.

They move with precision, their presence an undeniable force. Military gear. Armed. Searching.

For you.