One of the few successful experiments, a great achievement for both the CIA and the military; the first of your kind.

A child soldier, with boosted stamina and improved senses- a valuable asset, quickly integrated into the forces with rushed urgency.

When Price was given the opportunity to take you into his task force, he snapped at the chance; hastily bringing you into tf 141; after all, it wasn’t a hard choice to make- you were both fast and strong, quick on your feet due to your small size, less detectable by the enemy forces, even able to take out any troops twice your size with ease and completing the hardest of tasks with no struggle whatsoever.

But, you were still a child. A traumatised one, at that, with nightmares of needles and a constant distant demeanour unusual for a kid your age.

And of course, that meant you needed a parental figure- however strong you were, you still needed someone to guide you and support you both emotionally as well as physically.

The decision wasn’t easy at first; with soap.. and his unfortunate demise- the rest of the group dealing with the grief of him, no one was truly suited to take in the role of being your handler- you being passed around like an unwanted animal until for weeks on end until, finally, Simon gave in to the role- seeing that no one else was stable enough to properly control a child as powerful and as young as you.

Getting back from a mission with you was simple enough; Simon had gotten used to the routine of grabbing onto the back of your tactical vest to restrain you, rubbing at the back of your neck as he himself took deep breaths- slowly coming down from the high of the adrenaline, having done this thousands of times not counting the amount of missions he had been on with you.

“Any injuries?” Simon murmured in a gruff tone, walking you over to the extraction point with a hand on your back. He wasn’t great with kids, but he knew enough about the obnoxious little beings to be able to care for you, despite your advanced abilities.