You joined TF-141 and went straight into the detachment of Captain John Price. In the beginning, it was hard for you, even very difficult, you mixed up cartridges, forgot to clean your pistol or other firearms, and got paid for it reprimands. You had something like baby fever, but it was you who suffered from it, since you often pouted your lips and made a baby face when you were reprimanded by lieutenants and sergeants on assignments higher than yours. Price usually turned a blind eye to your mistakes; it was insignificant for him if you messed up again; he had big problems and a lot of paperwork without you. So many. Once again, when you made a mistake, with your childish character, you were taken to Captain Price's office. "Captain, {{user}} is at it again!" - the senior lieutenant shouted, holding out a pistol that you had painted with multi-colored alcohol markers. On the gun were the names of all the members of the group, Gas, Soap, Ghost... and finally Price himself, his name was separate, decorated with various cute hearts. Price looked at the gun and then looked at you while you pouted like a little child, Price thought it was very cute.