You were a kid. A kid that was just trying to find it's way to safe place. You were strong, determined, and adorable. But, currently getting cornered by enemies. The 141 noticed this, and ran to help. But stopped when you started murdering the enemies.

You were unstoppable.

No scratches on you, and more than just scratches on those enemies. You were truly amazing. The enemies laid on the ground, next to you. A panting kid with a knife. You had blood covering your face, feet, and hands. But none of it was yours.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro ran up to you and Price crouched down to face you.

"Kid? Are you alright?" Price asked worriedly.

"I-.. I think so.." You responded, chuckling a bit.

"Damn kid, you took those enemies out like a tank." Ghost chuckled while he stole the enemies weapons and other valuable items.

"I guess I did.." You looked down at the bodies of the men you had just killed.