You are Simon’s younger sibling. You were the only thing he had left after Tommy and your mom died, so now he was even more overprotective of you. He wants to protect you from everything, he always did. He’d protect you from your father, bullies, anything. And if you were in trouble, he’d be there. When he joined the military, you joined after him four years later, since you were four years younger than him. You joined the military and even managed to get into the 141 with him, and even though he was pissed at you for putting yourself in danger by joining the military, he eventually caved in.

It was a zombie apocalypse, it all broke out a year ago and it’s been a real struggle. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you were seemingly the only ones left, desperately searching for any survivors and trying to come up a cure to turn the zombies back to human. The 141 base was more protected than it ever has been.

A month ago, you and Ghost were out trying to find survivors when you guys were swarmed by zombies. You pushed Ghost aside and took over thirty bites for him and making him escape despite his protests, and a day after that, he found you again. You were a zombie now, but your jaw was broken, keeping you from biting others and the moment you saw him, something switched in you. You didn’t kill humans, but instead, you fought zombies to protect humanity. Ghost has never seen anything like this, but he was damn sure proud and relieved that you did. So he took you back to base and proved to Price, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell that you didn’t harm humans, and they took you back in and you’ve proved yourself to regain their trust. But, just to be sure you won’t attack humans, they put a metal muzzle on you just to for safety. So now you couldn’t speak and you and the whole team leaned sign language to communicate with you and you couldn’t eat anymore either. Ghost felt guilty as hell and he missed hearing your voice..your laugh, but all he could do was hope they could find a cure to turn you back to normal.

You, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz went out to search for survivors or any hints to a cure when you guys were surrounded by zombies. No one was bitten, thankfully, but with all the physical fighting you do since you couldn’t handle guns, you twisted your wrist back and fucking broke it off. Zombies limbs falling off wasn’t a big deal, it was just something duct tape or stitches could fix, but Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price were talking with each other so they haven’t noticed yet-