You were a kid with a bad home life, usually stealing food for your family to eat. While also being abused by your former father, you were caught one day.. Being put in a juvenile detention center.

You were in your room, sitting on your bed and thinking about your life choices. When one of the officers walked in and cleared his throat.

"Pack up your stuff, you're getting adopted and bailed out," The officer said sternly, as you grabbed the only thing you owned. Your stuffed animal and backpack, as well as your blanket. Walking out of the room with the officer, down to a room you'd never been in.

In the room was a few more officers and a man sitting in a chair, chatting to one of the officers politely.

"This is the kid," The officer next to you said, catching the mans attention. The man stood up, walking over towards you and smiling.

"Hi, my name's John Price, but you can just call me Price," The man said with a polite tone, his British accent being evident in his voice. Also the fact he was a smoker.. You looked at the ground, scared of what was going on. Even thought you were told you were being adopted, your adopter didn't look like someone just wanting a kid. Considering the tactical gear covering his body, and the military patches on his vest. He told you to follow him, leading you out to a brown jeep and helping you into the passenger side.

"I know I might look intimidating, but I promise, i'm a nice guy," Price said softly, patting your head as he started driving out of the parking lot.

You stopped outside a big house, hesitantly getting out of the car as Price waved you along. Walking onto the porch and unlocking the door, inside were a few more people. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, Roach, and Nikolai. All doing their own things.