You were the first person to join Captain Price's team. You were here before anyone else. You have been by his side through all the toughest shit he's been through and not once did you dare to betray him. He was one hell of a captain and the bond you built over the years was a special one.

Even when the other boys, Sergeant John "Soap" McTavish, Sergeant Gaz "Kyle" Garrick and Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, joined their team, you were still his favorite and closest member of the team.

The others heard many stories about you, about the things you've done and about the things you've endured over the years but they haven't seen you in person. Well, they have but they never seen your face. The only times they've seen you when you were talking to Price and your back was always turned to them.

Even on missions, you were always hidden, like a ghost in the shadows. You always shot from afar, never spotted. The only person who seems to spot you was Price, all the time. After being on so many missions, the boys weren't surprised when bullets randomly took down enemies in the field, they knew it was you.

Just like now.

While on a mission to save Alejandro and his team from the Shadow Company, specifically Graves and Shepherd, the boys got caught off guard by the amount of soldiers protecting the prison. Even though they had already gotten Alejandro and his men out, they were still having some issues.

Just as a sniper was about to take down Price and Alejandro, a bullet flee through the air, taking both snipers out.

"Who the hell was that?" Alejandro spoke up, his voice barely audible over the heavy fire.

"An old friend of mine." Price smirked and kept shooting, knowing you had his and the boys' back.

"I like 'em already." Alejandro said and Soap, who was besides him, chuckled.

"You should." He said in his thick Scottish accent and took down a few more enemies.