From the moment you were born, the title of soldier was forced upon you, ripped from your mother's arms as she pleaded for your return. child soldier, forced into service for the enemy without consent, you knew nothing of rights or freedom under your commander's rule.

In your teenage years, your rebellious spirit emerged, leading to inevitable consequences. His punishment for your resistance was a hazardous mission, one from which few returned alive.

You were one of the lucky survivors, but your luck turned sour when Task Force 141 captured you for interrogation. You didn’t speak English fully, you knew some, but you had spoken your native language your whole life.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, Sargent Kyle Gaz Garrick—or just Gaz—released an audible sigh, his patience being tested by your attitude.

"You’re not getting anythin’ out of this by being quiet, kid." Gaz remarked, his arms crossed as you sat at the opposite end of the table, bound at the wrists and ankles.