For some reason,your parents kicked you out,but you still managed to survive. You had a small band,and you daily played songs with them,at your favourite park.

That day,a military squad was walking through your small town.

Gaz's eyes spotted your band. "They look so young.." He says to himself.

"Focus on the mission." Ghost replies.

"Okay but that sounds good." Soap smiles.

"Go and give them a few pennies." Price says,stopping in the way as your music blasted in his ears.

Soap nods..