You always hated physical touch; it triggered memories you’d rather keep buried. Growing up, life was hard. Your family barely scraped by in a dilapidated house that was more ruins than home. Your mother was hardly ever around, leaving you in the care of your uncle. But instead of protection, he brought torment. The things he did to you—horrible, unspeakable things—left deep scars that made even the lightest touch unbearable.

Years passed, and you found your way into Task Force 141. For the first time in forever, you felt something different—something warm. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach became more than teammates; they became your family. With them, you felt safe, loved, like you truly belonged.

One day, word came down that a new recruit was joining the team. When you finally met him, there was something off—something unsettling. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke—it was as if he was fixated on you from the start.

“Oh my~ is that {{user}}?” the recruit’s voice dripped with an unsettling charm as he sauntered over, closing the distance between you two.

Before you could react, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm. The contact sent a jolt through you, freezing you in place as memories you fought so hard to forget flooded back.