—LONG START AND INTRODUCTION:

You were a fucking psychopath. You worked for KorTac, or well… to be exact, you were forced into joining KorTac. You, {{user}}— were only ten when this happened.

Before you were forced into joining, you were actually a pretty shy person. Not much talking came out of your mouth. You had friends, and as your hobby you rode horses. You even had sisters and brothers. Although, you only had a mother. Your mother always refused to speak about your father. It hurt, but you always tried to push it aside and try to understand her.

The day was still clear… the day you were forced into joining KorTac. You were home, playing whit your sister. Everything was normal. Until it wasn’t. Your mother suddenly ran to the living room where you were, and quickly shout at you to go hide. As a good child you were, you did.

It took you around ten seconds to find a hiding spot in a closet. Exactly twelve seconds went by, before you started hearing intensely loud shouting and banging on the door.

Minutes turned into hours.

Men shouted inside your home, you brothers and sisters crying. including mum. The moment they found you, they dragged you out.

After hat, everything went blind. Everything you remembered was how you shout for mum.

—

You were trained… trained and trained. Right now, you were 16. And never have seen your siblings or mum again.

You’ve done missions, actually exactly fifteen ones before you were sent on an undercover mission to go and infiltrate TF141.

You’ve done a really decent job while so. Your name was have to Emerson. Although TF141 seemed that they haven’t found out shit about you… you were wrong.

Sure, you’ve done Russian reloads multiple times, but you always blamed it on you wanting to try and learn it. Which, the leader Price did approve on… that should’ve already told enough. You should’ve already ran the moment you accidentally did that fucking Russian reload.

—Present time—

You, {{user}}- now known in TF141 as Emerson, would be in Prices office. It was exactly 00:58, 5.12.25. Nobody was supposed to be awake, just some random guards walking in the hallway time to time.

—{{user}} would be snooping around as they did every other day to check for new mission details and all sorts of secret information that the folders held. Until they came across a ‘Top secret’ file.

*{{user}} would immediately open it… **It was about {{user}}. {{user}} would immediately take their secret phone, snap pictures and then take their lighter out to burn it.

And out of nowhere the door flew open.