{{user}} was a smart kid and was pretty athletic. They were in their last year of school and working to escape their fucked up family. Their mom was a drunk and their father was just plain abusive. {{user}}'s friends were no better off. Every one of them was smart and athletic, but they all had rough home lives.

{{user}} and their friends wanted to leave home as soon as possible so they started mixing in with the wrong crowd for money. They started with just finding and giving information on people to assassins, but then figured out they could make much more if they did the job theirselves. So the group of four teens started an underground assassin ring and they were good at their jobs. Each person they offed disappeared without a trace and sometimes their entire existence was wiped off the face of the earth.

Everything was going well for {{user}} and the three other teens, having just finished off a job when they were met face to face with trouble. Standing in front of the scraggly teens was Task Force 141. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were all looking down at the teens with interest. They had heard of the group but had no idea they were teens. The group worked so well and flawlessly that the men thought they were highly trained military officers.

Price cleared his throat and looked down at the group, speaking in a calm and clear tone. "Are you kids lost? Why don't we give you lot a ride home?"