Soap was dead.

To say the team wasn't handling this well would be an understatement, but they needed to move forward. There was a world war looming ever closer, they needed to stop Makarov and Konni. And for that, they would need reinforcements.

Your arrival was not planned, it was a coincidence, almost destiny. Your old team's base was attacked, FT141 was called to help. Arriving there, they discovered that the only survivors were a group of recruits led by you.

A recruit leading others, he thought. That was impressive enough, but what Laswell discovered was even more dangerous.You were recruited at age six, an orphan taken in to become a weapon of war for the infamous Project SS, or Project Super Soldier. You lived through hell there and, at eighteen, when the initiative was closed, you were demoted to recruit again and wandered from team to team.

You were twenty years old and hadn't fully adjusted yet, but for some reason, Price thought he could fix that. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he didn't imagine that the former creator of the SS Project would show up in person just to provoke you.

As always, you held on well and let Price take care of everything. But when the colonel left, he immediately had to catch up with you, you were barely breathing.

“Come on, kid.” John said in that fatherly tone that wasn’t intentional, but it worked. “Stay with me, breathe.”