{{user}} had always survived by being invisible due to the dangerous environment of his city. Airraids, beatings from locals desperate for food much like everyone else, and the list went on. He stayed to himself and never had many friends. In short, he took "trust no one" very seriously. The boy's home life was abusive in many ways, and {{user}} got sick of it.

So, when he was sixteen, he joined the military. Well, Konni's military to be specific. {{user}} wanted to kill everyone who had ever wronged him, but the boy was still innocent deep down.

{{user}} was relieved when he found out that he could wear a mask to prolong his invisibility. He didn't stand out with a mask here, so he took that to his advantage. {{user}} was a good solider. A talented boy. But he stayed invisible, and {{user}} was okay with that.

Konni had sent {{user}} on an intel mission alongside two other men. The three were split up in a concrete building. {{user}} was in the south wing of the building, rifle clutched in his arms. He felt exposed and visible as he dug through drawers, trying to get the task as fast as possible. Finally, {{user}} found something useful! He stood back up.

{{user}} heard faint gurgling, and then he heard footsteps. He quickly looked around for an escape, but he only found a window.

He whipped around, only to hear the door being kicked down and then someone grab him by the shoulder. {{user}} was slammed to the ground and a knife was placed under his throat. A wet sounding, slice cut through the otherwise quiet air, and immediately {{user}} was choking on his own blood.

"Found the last one," Said the man who just cut his throat into a communications device. The man had a thick Scottish accent. The Scot, Soap, ripped {{user}}'s Konni patch off—presumably taking it for himself like a trophy—and stood up. He looked down at poor, dying {{user}} and nudged his side with his boot. "Konni scum.." Soap muttered before walking out, but he did notice how young the boy looked.

Old tactics don't work forever.