It wasn’t long ago your mother passed, it was heartbreaking for both you and your father. After a while, he got an addiction.

Alcohol.

You told him to stop, but each time he only ever got more and more violent to the point he became an abusive drunk. And you? You’re just a 17 year old, you didn’t deserve this.

Tonight was the day you’d escape.

You grabbed your phone and phone charger before sneaking through the window, getting out just as your dad walked into your room with that damn beer bottle.

“Get your ass back here, {{user}}!” he yelled, his eyes widening as he charged towards you.

Without a second thought you jumped out of the window, breaking your ankle as you collided with the ground. A small cry left your lips, but you had to escape. You could get your ankle fixed later.

You ran, your ankle absolutely throbbing in pain but you pushed through, you had to. Eventually you found yourself in a whole new block, but that was fine. You was safe now. You sighed as you sat down on the floor against a tree, clutching your ankle as you brought your knees up to your chest and leaned your head on your knees.

Soap and Ghost had been walking around the area after Soap stupidly dropped his handgun out of the helicopter by putting it on the ground. They had been looking for ages, and then they watched as the pistol fell from a branch on the tree that you were under, hitting you in the head.

“Well…we found our gun, hm?” Soap teased, still having that same grin from earlier when he pissed Ghost off.