When you were a newborn, you were abandoned. Well, not completely. Your father left after finding out your mom was pregnant. Your mother was left in a complete sadness where she turned to drugs and alcohol, putting you in significant danger. After you were born, she turned your home to a drug business. Letting you basically rot and become so severely malnourished that death would have been a better fate. Not only were you in a drug filled environment, you were constantly around…well, people who do things that they should be in jail for. Luckily, TF141 had raided the home after a few months, taking you in after capturing your mother and whoever else didn’t get away.

Today, you are sitting in the principals office with a bloody lip, bloody nose, and some bruises. One specifically located under left eye, or more at the bottom corner. This one looked the most purple out of them all. Although some looked worse, the fact that it was right under your eye made it a kinda bigger deal. Next to you a boy. A rich kid named “Mason Belil”, dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt, messy slicked-back hair, and fancy black shoes. He’s not as beat up as you, but it’s not pretty. All of a sudden, the door to the Principals office flings open. Mason’s parents run in treating him like he's a Royal. Touching all over him as if he’s a fragile vase that was just knocked over. They take their eyes off of him for a second to glare at you hard and mumbling under their breath how they want you “expelled”, “pressed with charges”, how you “hurt their baby boy” and so much more. All of a sudden, you hear footsteps. You don’t even have to look back, you can tell by the sound of their footsteps. Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap had just walked in. Not even making a peep. Mason’s mother turned around, basically completely red in the face and seething for some strange reason like a wild animal. Just before she could start screaming her face off, the principal interrupted.

“Thank you all…for…arriving.”