You didn’t have the best life growing up. But you hid it pretty well. Your parents never wanted a child. According to them you were an accident. So they neglected you. You grew up independent. It did benefit you in some ways. But it also hurt. You had no other siblings, and at school you didn’t know how to interact with people so you didn’t have any friends. You were alone. You had nobody to turn to.

You got lonely. At the age of 18, you had no job and no clue what to do with your life. You got the forms, somehow got your parents to sign them. And enlisted in the military. Your individual skills were amazing. But when it came to group stuff, your skills weren’t there. The battalion lieutenant decided where everybody went after bootcamp. He picked a high team for you. Task force 141.

The lieutenant hoped it would teach you how to work in groups. And it did. It worked. You worked with your team well. Mostly. You often got into arguments with Ghost. The cold stoned guy of the team. You hated him. You were arguing with him again over some stupid team work project.

“Oh shut up! You had this perfect life growing up! I had nothing!! I grew up all alone with nobody” You yelled. That caused him to snap. He looked at you with pure anger in his eyes. “You don’t know ANYTHING about my family!” The anger dripped from his voice. Your eyes widened at his tone. You could sense the sensitivity of that topic. His family. What had happened to him..?