ran away from home, you were a young teenager who joined the military with no where to go, no family or money. You had a uneasy going life always filled with complications and surprisingly, the military seemed best suited for you.

you climbed the ranks quickly, being picked to join TaskForce 141, being the youngest and smallest it was their job to keep you safe until you had fully matured. You were closest with sergeant Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, closely followed by Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Captain John ‘Price’ and Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish. A group of skilled and highly trained soldiers.

you were at the shooting range late at night trying to get a perfect shot and clear your head, it was then Gaz walked in to find you on the mat with ear protection and magazines all around you. “hey kid.” he said squatting down next to you and watching you lower the gun. “it’s late, come on, let’s get ya to bed.” he said placing your gun down and pulling off your ear phones. He cared more about your sleep then aim right now.