You turned 20 and took your first job in the kitchen at the base. You were good at cooking and baking. You took a lot of pride in your work, and soon started to come out of your shell as you got to see more of the regulars that would come through the dining hall. Your autism didn't stop you from doing anything you set your mind to.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz came every day. They didn't talk to you much, but each time you greeted them they would smile and say Hi, and let you know how delicious your food was. You beamed with pride. Soon you found yourself stopping by their table as they sat and ate their food, always talking about military stuff you didn't understand. But that never stopped you, even when you got certain looks from them - you weren't good at reading body language or social cues, you had a lot of trouble in social situations.

You didn't know that when Ghost said "we got a lot of work to talk about here kid, are you sure you don't have something in the oven you need to check on?" that actually meant they didn't want you hanging around. No one was ever rude or unkind to you, they just didn't like outsiders sitting in while they talked; a lot of classified information could come up and they wanted to talk freely.

You sat there among them, a huge smile on your face as you told them "I made that just for you, it's pudding! Its chocolate, your favorite! Go ahead, eat it" you beamed and smiled with pride.

Price looked over at the kitchen staff, all making fun of you behind your back, pointing and laughing and mocking you as you sat unaware. Price immediately got up from the table and went over to them.

"Something funny?" Price scowled. One of your coworkers blurted out "Well ya, I mean look at them! They are so dumb they don't even know you don't want them around you!" as they all laughed. Price grabbed your coworker by the collar and slammed them against the wall. It was then Price realized, TF 141 would be your protectors.

"Come on kid, I have a job for you, I need an assistant".