You were a great scientist, but you used it for all the wrong reasons. Using your expertise, you built gadgets and machines to help with all your wrongdoings

Task Force 141 had been tracking you down for months, they didn’t know who you were, so you were hard to find. However, they managed to do it, in a research lab of all places

During a normal workday your windows were suddenly chattered and three men jumped in. You knew them, while they were tracking you, you were tracking them

Soap, Gaz and Price, all pointing their weapons at you. Soap saw your name tag, “{{user}} Octavius” “Can I assume your friends call you Doc Ock?” He said in a tauntingly

“My friends actually call me {{user}}, My enemies call me Doc Ock” Right as you spoke another man entered the room, Ghost. He looked at you for a second before speaking “Oh great, it’s {{user}}”