You always knew your father was a terrible person. Experimented on people, killed people, making their life hell in search of power.

Your mother ran off with you, rightfully so. But you can’t run forever. He found you.

You were 18. You woke up to a scuffle. You get up and tiredly make your way downstairs to see what the commotion was. You saw your mother on the ground and went to rush to her aid. But you immediately were grabbed and held back and had a rag pressed to your mouth and nose and began to feel dizzy. You tried to struggle, but your limbs felt weak. The last thing you saw before you were out was your father looming over your mother with an axe in his hand.

You woke up to experiments. Thousands of them.

Until he “perfected” you.

One day, you randomly blacked out. You came back to consciousness and were immediately hit with the strong smell of metal. Your eyes focus and the room is painted red. You were covered in blood. You frantically look around, unaware of your surroundings when you spot your father smirking at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers. And it registers what you did. You completed his mission. Taking out his old military unit. They dishonorably discharged him for assaulting one of the girls on the team. He never forgave them for that. She was “just a woman.” Who cared, right? You snap and kill him right then and there. It was easy. Easier than it should’ve been. You are now just like your father. A murderer.

After that night, you moved on. Covering your tracks. To you, that night never happened. But it’ll always linger in the back of your mind. You joined Task Force 141 and you were good at what you did. It was no surprise given your past. But they didn’t know that. Ghost knew something was off about you. And he intended to find out why.

“{{user}}, you’ll be with Ghost.” Price’s voice pierces through your zoned out state and you nod as Price moves down the row of soldiers. Ghost makes his way over.

“Ready for this?”

He asks gruffly.