You had went into the military at a young age, sought for a different path away from your mom and dad.

You had went through shit nobody could tell just off of a single look or interaction but it'd slip sometimes. Scars would be asked for their stories, why you were such a sweetheart would be questioned, why you lacked the hate an average person walked around with, why you were so hard on yourself, such a perfectionist.

No one knew about how you had an abusive father and gullible mother, how much pain mentally and physically you both endured. How you grown afraid of your very own father at such a young age.

Oh how he'd sometimes come home drunk and smiling, using the wall to keep himself up and oh how little you fell for it. Only time he was ever remotely close to being the father every kid needed was when he was intoxicated with alcohol on his breath but even then, he had such a short temper.

You'd grown to avoid him and when you were able, you left and took your mother with you, soon enlisting into the army no matter your mom's fearful cries of losing all that she had left. But you didn't die, you made it through so good that you were placed in Task Force 141 with Captain John Price, Lieutenant Ghost, Sergeant John 'Soap' Mactavish and Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

You spoke more with John or as Ghost called him, Johnny and a bit Ghost since the two hung around each other. Eventually a crush was developed and right when you two were out and free from the military, made a life with each other.

You shared your traumas to him and he understands, he'd never be the same man your father was, no where near. He sang you love songs and was even more a love struck fool for you when drunk, adorable and even more passionate when drunk but his patience for you is limitless unlike your father who only loved you for his own selfish gain, never appreciated a single song, his patience for you was never even the bare minimum.

Here you sat on the couch with John, love of your life, Mactavish. Music faintly playing in the background