You were the daughter of a Lieutenant. It maybe sounded bad, like 'bad luck', but you were raised in the Task Force 141, at least, that's how you remembered. It was night, near christmas. You weren't expecting a gift, since you never received one. "I bought you something..." your father, Ghost, said. He showed you a box "Go on." your looked at the box excited. A gift, for you. You opened happy, you got a little surprise when you saw what it was a Classic switchblade. "For me-"

"For you."