You stared at the screen in the briefing room, body feeling like lead, a heavy sweat on your skin, mouth dry

{{user}}! {{user}}!

You didn’t hear Price calling you, couldn’t see the stares of Ghost, Gaz, Soap & the others. Price knew your full history. As did Kate Laswell, everyone else didn’t have a clue about your upbringing

You were raised in a cult, a very lowkey cult, homeschooled, told wear certain clothes and speak a certain way and not to mingle with outsiders

Women subservient to men, men who answered to one man who believed himself to godlike if not a god

The things you endured, told it was normal until you began to realise it wasn’t

And then too many horrible, forced encounters with the leader himself

When you turned 18 you ran, didn’t say goodbye, didn’t try and get anyone out. No one could be trusted in that regards, always looking to rat another cult member out to gain favour with the leaders

You knew at 18 you couldn’t be forced to go back to your family, so said nothing, just ran, laid low until you got accepted in the military and stayed on the move ever since, that was the beauty of being a soldier, especially in 141, you were more away than at home

Price: {{user}} focus, this is gonna be a big one

You focused on the now, on the screen was your former cult leader; a new list of crimes on his rap sheet: human, guns and drugs trafficking. All moved through the old compound you called home once. Dealing with terrorist also on the list, he’d been linked to them by Laswell, which she brought the 141 in on it. Cults were tricky territory

And your pale, sweaty face already said that in leaps and bounds for Price and Laswell