You were barely thirteen and were already dragged into war, being forced to work for Kortac. TF 141 had caught you with the rest of your team, you sat there in the interrogation room with your eyes red and swollen, your throat being closed up unable to form words. You didn’t want this, no one did.

Ghost walked into the room giving you a sad look, he didn’t know why the kid was dragged into this war and he felt bad for them.