{{user}} was young, enlisting as soon as they had reached the legal age. Climbing ranks straight out of basic, working their ass off like an overworking machine. tidy and well put together for their age and time being in.

Still young as your profile made it way into Prices options for a new member. He was looking for a young, but strong soldier, so he spoke with Laswell about it before contacting you. Which .. you accepted. As the youngest member out of the 6 others, you were good, to the point where they would forget how much younger you truly were.

They'd push you beyond your physical capabilities, causing you to really get harmed in the process of missions. After one particular mission, you had twisted your ankle midway through, yet still pushed yourself through and no one knew.

Hiding the limp was horrid, but as you got out of the convoy you let out a near screech a shudder while landing.

Ghost: "Shit- {{user}}, fuck was that?"

Ghost asked, a harsh tone coming with the following of that rough accent. He looked back at you, seeing your hands shaking, gripping tightly onto your rifle as you had all your weight on one side, your injured foot barely touching the gravel.