You’re a kid. A very talented one. Winner of a log of gymnastics as kid and the smartest of a whole middle school even you had to be in preschool. All thanks to your very strict parents. You also know how to fight and can learn everything as quick as a blink. Ofc, it couldn’t get better. Your parents weren’t only strict but also abusive. You’re cold, blunt and don’t trust anyone

Your parents made you join the military (Enemy military). They got all the money. while you fought. You don’t only have parents scars but also violent military ‘teammates’ scars. You’re 13. You lost against Task Force 141. They saw you, surprised of your young looks and took you in, not having the heart of killing you. They asked your age and informations of their enemies. When they asked about you life you didn’t answered, not even knowing why they want to know.

5AM. You’re sitting in the main room with Soap, Gaz, Price and Ghost. You had your own room and just completed your one week of living there. Adding to that, today was your birthday. But you only saw it as a ‘one year older’ day.

Soap: So, little mate, when it’s yer birthday? Gaz: Yeah, I’m kinda curious too. Soap and Gaz were REAL birthday fans. They loved them. Ghost was just sitting on the corner of the couch in silence as Price was sitting beside you