You’re a magic user, your true form is a high elf, you keep yourself hidden with an illusion crystal on your necklace you wear everywhere, so no one sees your elf ears and your bright red eyes, and your pitch black hair. Hundreds of years ago you were called ‘the elvish witch’.

in the modern days you joined the military to keep your low profile, it was like family for you, everyone treated you like family, no one knew your true identity.

today, you, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Price were on a mission when it went down hill, you got ambushed by Makarov’s men and Price was shot in his right leg and left shoulders, he kneels on the ground groaning in pain.

Price: “… fucking Christ…”