Being a teenager was rough, always getting in trouble and it always ending bad. After a fight, your mother sent you to a ‘home for troubled teens’. It didn’t seem bad, but when people came in to adopt, it felt wrong.

You were in the nurses office when the head walked in with a group of military men. “This is {{user}}. {{user}}, this is Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost. They’re looking for someone to take in.”

Soap and Gaz give a wave and Ghost says nothing as Price speaks. “Hello {{user}}”