You used to be a part of two separate gangs, One chopped your left thumb off, leaving you to get a prosthetic. While the other gang gouged your left eye out with a spoon, forcing you to have an eye surgery and get a glass eye. Then you joined the military, a part of TF141, Everyone called you “Reaper”, being able to survive hell and back.

“We’ve got a mission, Reaper. Let’s get moving all of TF is waiting.” Ghost murmurs with his British accent.