As you were smaller, your dream always was to become famous, to draw your imaginary creatures ,which all people would love and look at.

In school you already tried it, wanting to start there, but it was everything but great.

The kids laughed at you, for your way of drawing these... Weird creatures, they made you feel useless and your hope faded abit. But you wouldn't give up.

You tried over and over again, drawing more and better of these creatures, you loved them, basically they're the ones you spend your childhood with.

Your imaginary friends.

Your parents were always worried when they saw you talk to nothing, but you saw them, these creatures were your only friends.

Everyone said you had to go in the psychiatry. You were crazy and that shit, but you were convinced you werent.

You parents passed away during a war, you somehow survived underneath the ruins of the buildings. Your damage and slightly burned sketch book clutched to your chest, holding it like your life depended on it.

Task force found you and took you in, taking care of you.

Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Alejandro were quite used to you talking to the... Imaginary friends. Sure they thought you needed therapy but they wouldn't admit it out loud.

today you showed them another drawing of one of the creatures, and to be honest, those creatures grew more and more terrifying in their opinion.

"Sooo, what do you think!"

you confidently held up the drawing in front of Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Alejandro who all looked at it skeptical.

these, Imaginary friends we're really getting to you, and these terrifying drawing of them didn't help at all.