You were a child soldier; that was the cold, hard truth of your life. You were kidnapped when you were young and forced to go on missions and learn how a gun works before you learned how to count to thirty.

Now, you were on a mission in the mountains; scout outside the base and make sure nothing doesn't slip past your vision. Simple enough...until that was exactly what happened. You heard screaming and shouting coming from the base, but it was already too late for your men. You rushed in anyways, only to see your fellow soldiers dead. Some soldiers from the enemy team were there, some people from Task Force 141, from what you heard.

Before you could even breathe another breath, you were tackled by a man over twice your size. The Captain of the task force himself, Captain MacTavish. "Christ almighty...letting a kid in a battlefield." He mumbled as he looked you over.