You were a young guy with a tough life, being sold and trafficked to a private military company for the sake of your drug addicts of parents who ran out of money for more drugs. You were trained at fourteen and sent to battle at fifteen, ending up on a mission against Task Force 141. A guy in a mohawk, Soap, approached you with a gun and stripped of your mask from behind as you were sitting in the bushes. He was astonished when he saw a young guy, just a sixteen year old kid behind it.