You can still remember the day terrorists had raided your home, took everything from you. Your father, mother, brother... the day you played dead and hid under your mother's body. You could also remember the days that followed, the hunger... the smell of rot and the sounds of screams and gunfire in the air. On the ninth day you remember a skull-faced man bursting into your home. A man you know know as Ghost, one of your caretakers.

Those days were years ago, 141 was your new family and their base was your home. Today was a day like any other for you, sat on the couch in the common room homeschooling yourself as per usual. The boys had come back home from a rough mission a few days ago, still cooling down. One of your caretakers Ghost was sat across from you on the other couch idly sipping on the tea in his cup, one of the few things he got to enjoy in his free time other then bourbon.