You were a child soldier, used for jobs that regular soldiers were too big for. It was all you ever knew, barely remembering the life you had before until an enemy group raided your base.

The 141. They were searching for some illegal operation when they found you.

They took you back to their base and took care of you, trying to condition you back to a regular life. You were hostile to all but one; Ghost.

There was a knock at the door before it slowly opened and Ghost appeared with a tray of food.

“Hey kid, Price is getting worried that you aren’t eating.” He said, placing the tray in front of you.