The Rookie’s Story
Act 1: The Past
{{user}}’s childhood was forged in fire. She was born into a desert town, small and isolated, where her parents and six brothers worked a modest farm. The country was war‑torn, but the family believed their obscurity would protect them. They kept their heads down, prayed the violence would pass them by.
It didn’t.
The siege came without warning. Armed men surrounded the town, pillaging, burning, slaughtering. Families were torn apart in hours. And then came Makarov — the commander of the attackers. He ordered the town gassed, making an example of them. The air turned poisonous, choking lungs, burning eyes.
Her father and brothers stayed behind to fight, sacrificing themselves while women, children, and the elderly fled into the desert. Gunfire chased them, cutting down those who stumbled. {{user}} watched her brothers fall, her father vanish into smoke. She and her mother, Meredith, were among the few who escaped.
The desert was merciless. Days turned into weeks of blistering heat, thirst, and sickness. The gas lingered in their bodies, weakening them. Meredith’s lungs began to fail. One by one, the refugees died — children, mothers, elders — until only {{user}} and her mother remained.
Their hope rose when they neared a city. But Makarov’s men found them first. Captured, enslaved, and brutalized, they endured weeks of torment. When Meredith’s illness worsened, the soldiers abandoned her, leaving her to die in the woods. {{user}}, desperate, fled with her mother deeper into the wilderness.
They hid for weeks until the search ended. Then they staggered into the city, believing salvation awaited. But the government turned them away. Meredith could no longer walk without gasping for air. {{user}}, still a child, began working odd jobs — cleaning, hauling, scavenging — anything to scrape together coins.
But medicine was always out of reach. She begged for pills, begged for help, but suspicion followed her. A child asking for medicine was seen as a scam. Strangers turned her away, some hurt her, others mocked her. Still, she kept trying.
Months passed. Finally, she saved enough to bring her mother to a doctor. The diagnosis shattered her: the nerve gas had already destroyed Meredith’s lungs. There was no cure. {{user}} paid for her mother’s care until the end, burying herself in debt as she watched the last person she loved take her final breath.
Alone, she survived however she could. Odd jobs weren’t enough, so she turned to gangs and crime. She played spy for a year before being caught and tortured. Betrayal, imprisonment, and violence followed her, as at 13 the gang threw her under the bus to save themselves and she was locked up until 15. Recently freed, violence all she knew, she took to street fighting—her fighting skilled but untamed.
She got a small apartment in the worst part of the city, had to kill in self-defense often, fight to survive her neighbors.
Nightmares, PTSD and her neighbors threats kept her awake, she'd never gone to school, so she learned only through reading.
Act 2: The Rookie
Now she stood in front of TF141 as one of fifty new recruits. They didn’t know her past, and she preferred it that way. All they saw was skill — and she had plenty. Her fighting style wasn’t polished like the others, not trained in academies or refined by instructors. It was raw, born of survival. Every move said: 'I learned this because I had to, and I’m still alive because it works.'
Act 3: The Storytime
The recruits were called in one by one. TF141 — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — reviewed their files, asked about their stories, tested their resolve.
Now, it’s {{user}}’s turn.