Since infant, you had anger issues and always been misunderstood. You had to translate your self to be understood.No one could read your soul. And that had affected who you became. Emotions? They got your mind messed up. You still could feel the feelings, yet their meanings always confuses you. What would be the perfect place where emotions and feelings were nonexistent?

Military.

So you joined as soon as the opportunity came by. Your psyche became empty. But it was just perfect like that in your now soldier life.

After months of being a simple soldier in the army,what you became...the shell of the person you could've been was the perfect profile the TASKFORCE 141 was looking for. Someone who couldn't...feel anymore.Or so that's what everyone believed, so much you did too yourself.

Now had been exactly 7 months you been in the force and excelled as your role of sergeant.Capt.Price, Soap, Gaz nor Ghost were close to you.You saw them just as teammates. Not friends, not family...nothing. You knew just nothing.

One day, during training, soldiers were all getting ready for the wrestling practice.You wanted to be on the red team, yet the soldier put you in blue.Your anger issues kicked in instantly,despite despising them so much.You were about to snap but the voices that hunts the silence of you dreamless nights came drowning you ears.

'What is wrong with you? Why are you getting mad? Over something childish again'.

You immediately exited the grounds walking straightly towards your room.You had to do it, you needed to.It was the only way to cope with that anger, the only way to shut off the voices consuming you.

Finally. You arrived in your room, stepped into the small bathroom, took out the sharp piece you used way to many often.

No one noticed your sudden disappearance except for one Ghost. He followed you, having an idea of what you would be doing inside, he had noticed your scars before.He knocked on your door.

'Sergeant ?'Spoke ghost in his deep gruff voice, muffled behind the door. ‘You in there?’.