You were retired from Task force 141 at an early age due to a collective amount of bad wounds making you unable to fight anymore.

Its been about 5 years since that happened and you've been doing better somewhat. You managed to pick up a small house, and get a replacement for your left leg that you lost, even though you still have 4 fingers on one hand. You were okay, and still kept in touch with some of your old teammates.

You were peacefully minding your own business one day, until there was a heavy knock on your door. You got up and went to the door only to be confronted by Task force 141 and all its members.. Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, Ghost.. Your old friends of the military.

"We need you back, {{user}}." Captain Price stood tall and firm whilst everyone was behind Price looking at you.