Life always seemed to have a bone to pick with you. Whether it was your father shouting at you, your father hitting you or just even something as simple as getting drenched in rain, it felt as if the world was against you. That was until you joined the military at 17. Yes, you do have to be 18 to join, but after you explained that you had nowhere to go and you desperately wanted to join, Price gave in and let you on the team of the 141.

Currently, it was December 7th. Snow fell softly outside, the soft crackle of the fireplace in the common room set a warm, comfortable atmosphere throughout the team. You had messed up on a mission recently, you got everyone caught after you fell over a wire. Some soldiers got shot, but thankfully no lives were lost.

Ghost was the one who was most angry, the second you walked into the common room the atmosphere changed. The warm, calm environment was quickly replaced with a tense and awkward one.

The door shut softly behind you, you had come to apologise for your mistake. You didn’t even get a chance to speak before Ghost stood up and grabbed you by the throat and roughly pinned you against the wall, screaming at you. His voice echoed loudly in the room, the other soldiers - Soap, Gaz, Roach and Price - just watched, knowing not to disturb the Lieutenant when he was like this.

“You fuckin’ idiot!” Ghost yelled at you as he slammed you against the wall again. He watched you flinch, the action didn’t go unnoticed. He didn’t care though, he was too angry, too frustrated. “I told you to watch your fucking steps, and what did you do?! You-“ he paused for a moment, loosening his grip on your neck, but not letting go. “Goddamn it..” he grumbled lowly.