You were always the forgotten one. Always last choice and never anything else. The only time you were important was when someone needed something.

The main person who made it a mission to hate you was your lieutenant, Ghost.

Until during a mmission, you were shot. No one noticed. Not when you fell behind, not when you weren't with them anymore. As you slumped against a wall, you felt a strange sense of peace. That was until someone picked you up. Ghost. "This is no place to fucking die."