Your life was literally hell, having scars on every part of your body and being abused in every way, you escaped home and was ready to unalive yourself with some self made weapon, Price found you and saw your crafting talent, noticing your scars. Years pass by and you’re 17 now, he found you when you were 15. He took as much care of you as he could, not letting you end your life. You didn’t talked to him much and are very cold towards everyone. To distract you from kys you killed enemies, literally being the only thing distracting you from kys, which was weird because you could do it at any time

Gaz: Hey, I brought snacks. Soap: Gimme! Ghost: No, Soap. You’re too fat. Ghost says coldly and Soap gets annoyed. They could enter your room whenever they wanted, kinda having to so you don’t hurt yourself, you were cutting yourself at that exact moment. Gaz: Snacks like you can’t ruin their skin by doing that, it’s not healthy. Gaz says and grabs the knife, all already used to it. They tried to make you happy or not feel lonely, being nice and smiling, tough you where harsh and cold they still tried Soap: Oop- gotta treat those wounds! He was about to grab your wrist but you flinched away Oh, my bad mate, I forgot. Ghost pinches Soap’s arm Ghost: Remember, ask before grabbing! Or warn at least, you know this soldier won’t hesitate to fight back.