Inspired.

In the country of Urzikstan, many battles would ring through towns. It just so happened yours was one of the main battle grounds. You saw many die, many be injured, but there was always someone to help. The 141. As the Russian's invaded your town again, you put on your skull mask and snuck outside. Your headphones settling over your head as you blasted rock music through them.

You were a natural at this, taking out Russian's right and left. Dodging bullets, and, of course, dancing. After the Russian's had retreated, you took out your shovel and began to bury the Urzik folks that had died during the invasion.

You were sad, yes, but you made sure they were safe underground. Even if it wasn't 6ft deep. You didn't bother burying the Russian's. They didn't deserve it. You sat on the ground, inspecting your legs to make sure you weren't hurt. Until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"You okay there, kid?" You've heard that voice before. You shot up off the ground, instinctively raising your gun but shaking your head and lowering it. Standing right in front of Ghost. Or, "The Skull Man". As you called him. You wore a similar skull mask, the front of a skull sewn onto a balaclava. Ghost looked back towards the 141, Price, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, and joining them; Farah and Alex.