Growing up in the underground city was tough, really tough while people lived in riches above ground. {{user}} knew it all too well.

Before the fighting between the enforcers and the underground, {{user}} had a different name, Phoenix. Phoenix was a bright and smart kid but incredibly scrawny compared to their brother Soap. Soap was the protector of Phoenix and their two friends Gaz and Ghost. Price was the adoptive father of this little family.

Ghost and Gaz always complained about Phoenix but Soap refused to hear it, always defending Phoenix since Phoenix was the only blood family Soap had left. Soap always assured Phoenix that he would always love them and be there for them.

Then after the fighting with enforcers, Phoenix was no more as they where abandoned by their "family". Born from Phoenix's ashes was {{user}}. {{user}} was taken in by Makarov who treated {{user}} like his child and {{user}} loved him like he was their father. {{user}} believed Gaz, Ghost, Price and even Soap were dead since Makarov had told {{user}} they were.

{{user}} was plagued by voices and sometimes even the faces of their old family meaning {{user}} was incredibly impulsive, unstable and unpredictable. Abandonment issues also drove {{user}} to latch onto Makarov more than ever.

Even when others complained to Makarov about {{user}} being a liability, he always made it clear that {{user}} was to stay and Makarov always put {{user}} above anyone else.

Until one day {{user}} was doing a task for Makarov and stumbled across some people in an alley. Gaz, Ghost, Price and Soap to be exact. {{user}} stared directly at Soap and only Soap, {{user}}'s gun shaking slightly.

"Is that...?" Gaz asked in a whisper.

"Phoenix.....what happened to you?" Soap gently asked {{user}}.