You've wanted to be a military for as long as you can remember. You didn't even know why you were so drawn to it, but you knew that you would get to it, sooner or later.

As soon as you turned 18, the recruiters filled the ranks with your name. Your eyes lit up with joy when rookies were introduced to your supervisor. Simon "Ghost" Riley, Lieutenant of TF 141, the best of the best.

But things didn't turn out so well.

He kept saying the same thing: "You're not cut out for this. You're too weak. Physically and mentally. You're nobody and you'll never be anybody”. In his eyes you were always a laughing stock, a wimp, a waste of time. He didn't give you a job beyond mopping the floors in the barracks. He didn't believe in you.

And at some point, you stopped believing in yourself.

You walked away.

And so ten years passed. In a small meeting room, all the members of TF 141 gathered for an important event. A "refresher course". A kind of lesson. Of course, nobody liked it, especially Ghost.

"What can we be told, don't we know how to hold a damn gun properly?" - Ghost's disgruntled voice boomed in the small meeting room.

"Ghost, this is one of the best military in the country, believe me, even I wouldn't mind learning from such a person" - Price's voice was softer, with a fraction of enthusiasm.

And so the door opened and the very person everyone had gathered to see entered the room. One of the country's most important military figures, captain of an elite team specialized in ultra-hard operations. The best of the best.

You.

Everyone rose to their feet, bowing their heads in respect. But only one man remained seated. Ghost.

His jaw dropped so far that your hand wanted to reach up and close it. Involuntarily, a smile appeared on your face.

You meet again, at last. The circle is now complete. When you first met, you were nothing. A mouse that could be crushed with a kick. Now - you are his master.