Mini MacTavish.

The nickname had followed {{user}} like a shadow throughout school, an unrelenting reminder of living in the colossal shadow of their older brother, Johnny. While Johnny basked in the spotlight, charming both peers and teachers alike with his charisma and prowess, {{user}} often felt like a mere footnote—an afterthought in a story dominated by a sibling who always seemed to have it all.

Despite the overshadowing legacy, {{user}} had chosen to honour family tradition by enlisting in the army. They found the call of duty irresistible, the lure of bravery and camaraderie a siren song they couldn’t ignore. But fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humour; never in a million years did {{user}} imagine they would be assigned to the same elite unit as Johnny. Yet here they stood, donning their uniforms as the newest members of the famed 141, a battalion steeped in legend.

“Alright, recruits! Line up and give me twenty!” Captain Price barked with a voice that resonated like thunder across the expansive training hall. The air crackled with tension as Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stood behind him, their mere presence commanding respect and a hint of trepidation. The training hall buzzed with the energy of eager, yet apprehensive recruits ready to embark on the journey that would test their limits and forge their identities.